I smiled at him. I told him that I’d soak his car if I sat on those seats in my state but he just shrugged. I checked my phone and there it was, the...message my husband sent me, ‘you look sexy and cold in that outfit.’ The same words this man had used. The password. I smiled once more, stepped forward and opened the car door. I slowly pulled the umbrella together while my bottom was half in and half out of the car door. I placed the umbrella down on the passenger floor and slumped inside closing. . As I fucked onto his huge cock, I came over and over. I came at least twenty times from the sheer size of his pulsating black monster, as it relentlessly stretched my fuck walls to the breaking point. My pussy was being treated to the fuck of a lifetime.I was cumming so hard from the sight of this giant black man underneath me, as I stood between his massive legs in my high heel pumps, watching his pitch-black, glistening cock, slide in and out of my stretched-out pussy. As I slowly fucked up. She told me that Randy’s cock was so long and thickthat she wasn’t sure she would be able to take it allthe way in, but she took her time and by the time sheburied her nose in his pubic hair, his cock was lodgeddeep in her throat. She told me how his cock swelledand pumped when he came in her mouth and throat. Shesaid that he came very hard and that although sheswallowed as much as she could, some of his cum hadoozed out from between her lips and his cock and randown her chin.As. "Does the name 'Charles Dickens' mean anything to you?" Digger demanded."Wasn't he that funny-looking narrator on that puppet version of A Christmas Carol? The guy the rat was always following around?" Right," Digger confirmed as the trio finally reached Cynthia.The young woman waggled her eyebrows. "I know a secret," she singsonged."And what might this secret be?" asked Digger. "That you got laid last night?" That's my little sister you're talking about!" protested Harry indignantly."Have you.