Gradually his speed increased. I put my hands on his shoulders and hugged him tightly. I grunted as his penis repeatedly ravaged my womb. I thrust my ...agina upwards onto his penis, to meet his brutal thrusts into me. He began to impale his penis all the more violently into my womb. I wanted to feel his hot semen in my womb. He was sweating and gasping. I began squeezing my vagina as tight as possible, to give him more friction, as I thrust against him. I could guess that he was about to. Now in a passionate frenzy, Suzie took control and straddled me allowing full access to her great tits whose nipples were now completely hard with excitement. Suzie fucked me hard, sliding up and down my pole, clasping my hands to support her flowing, riding motion as she was once again moaning with pleasure. Encouraging her to ride me, I squeezed Suzie’s gorgeous ass pulling her onto my cock and at the same time eased a finger into her tight sweet arsehole which only intensified her cries of. It was obvious that Joachim knew exactly what might well be in store for him as a reward for entertaining a sex athlete. After all, Lulu made love to several men in a normal day’s practise and substantially more during competitions. Lulu had no real intention of disappointing him, although she was sure his penis would be relatively unremarkable after those of her fellow athletes. She’d only made love to a handful of white men in her life and these had all been in the course of her chosen sport.. Watching Bernice in action reminded me of how wicked women could be, seemingly for no reason at all. Hate to sound like a hater but the truth must be told. Men aren’t saints. We do our share of damage in this world. But there’s always a reason behind what we do and why we do it. Not always a good reason or even a smart one, but there’s a reason nonetheless. The reverse isn’t true with women. Especially the black gals I seem to meet. They hate us black men with a fiery passion. What gives? I.