She had a cute shape. She said she lived alone and wanted some company. She claimed to have some liquor and some weed. I got a couple more pics from h...r and decided to head to her place.I arrived and she answered the door wearing some tight shorts and a fitted T-shirt. She was petite. You know shorter than me and slim built. I’m not no big nigga. I’m like 5’10” and a buck sixty. Her skin was almost as dark as mine, but hers had an apricot tint to it. She had a short hairdo that was straightened. ..?' He tried to apologise. "I, I'm sorry, Natalia, I didn't mean-" "Don't you dare stop fingering my tight little asshole!" she yelled. John felt his excitement return; his cock was beginning to swell again. He also felt a sudden burst of cheekiness. "In England, we say arsehole." "What?" "We don't say asshole, we say arsehole." "I don't care, just don't stop!" John returned to tonguing her cunt, but his finger remained still. "If you want me to continue," he stated, in the most authoritative. .now get on the bed”Master had left the room but I new he would be pleased to find me waiting for him on all fours, legs spread, butt raised presenting my dangling flaccid clit, ball sacks and smooth pussy like a bitch on heat .. returning naked he spread my cheeks further, inspected my pussy again and slapped my still smarting cheeks hard.As he poured cold lubricant over my cunt he pushed his fingers into my hole causing my muscles to tighten .. moaning with pleasure .. I was lost in the. There was no way he was going to be performing this weekend. He ran his hands through his ginger hair, feeling more of a failure than ever. Irritated, he flicked the playing card across the room; it hit the top hat standing on the pile of superhero comics on his desk and disturbed the small switch on the brim. With an audible ?sproing? a bunch of artificial flowers sprang up and stood quivering. ?Oh shit,? said Gregg to no one in particular and headed off to find himself a beer by way of.