I shuddered as my cock was squeezed back into her warm, cummy pussy. I caressed her hips as she sat up and began rocking. She grinned, "My friend and ... practiced this."I grinned and reached up to feel her breasts. Brenda smiled as she started rotating and wiggling as she rocked and thrust back and forth. I tugged on her nipples as she shuddered, "who is your friend and where is she?"Brenda groaned as she pressed down and thrust back and forth, pushing my cock back inside her cervix. She. The idea of a big black man's cock in my round white ass kept me looking for just the right man to cure my curiosity.I had pictures posted on my profile for the chat room and I got messaged regularly while online. One day a messaged popped up. It was from this black guy named Billy and we chatted for a couple hours. He was respectful, but playful, which appealed to me. We would chat several more times over the coming days and weeks and eventually exchanged pictures via email. Since I. "Now, my pretty little slut, I am about to turn that pretty white ass of yours into my private playground. This paddle will instill in you a more respectful attitude.This morning, I woke up in a playful mood - I had ideas of fun and games for us today. But your snapping at me has changed the mood for the day, and now I have to punish you. While there will still be fun in it for me, I don't think the same can be said for your side of the deal!" Please Mistress! Please, you don't have to do this!. Their talk was brief. Weather. Work. Jason. Photographs and computers. A one to two sentence chit chat about the more unimportant things in life. So C.K. found herself upstairs. Heading towards a door that had a huge abstract painting attached to it. She smiled. Art ran through her family’s blood. Even Deity. Caden couldn’t help but wonder if her sister’s art was a lot deeper than paintbrush strokes on a canvas. Something that everyone, even she, was missing. She knocked once then opened, not.