She would be perfect to honor Lord Blackmon. She would be perfect to honor Carol.Shadow had been watching, even before she rang the doorbell he had wa...ched her on the security monitor. She was beautiful. She moved with grace, poise, and confidence. Each movement was sensual and erotic. Her outfit was stunning and her manners perfect. He was tempted to run her through a series a movement commands just to watch her complete them but she had requested this meeting. It was important to her and it. You still turn your back on the black pleasure attracted by the whiteness of your hips.I’m kissing your neck, your lips and your nose. A smile is growing now on your face, you are encouraging me, but it’s a black hand and not mine that is caressing your thighs, your belly, and seize your breasts. Those caresses are puzzling, because you don’t understand the geography of my body anymore. If I’m kissing you, how could you feel my manhood against your buttocks?Gradually you are surfacing. Then,. So many years ago, though it seems like yesterday, I frequented a night club by the name of Sam's, which would later have its name change to 'First Avenue, ' a place made famous by Prince. Let me tell you, things could really get jumping at Sam's on a Saturday night. This one particularly cold night, I began dancing with a real party chick. There was so much chemistry between us it was a wonder we didn't combust on the dance floor. So at the end of the night we decided to hitch. I offered to. I could feel her hot pussy begin to move on my hand. I watched as she pulled the strings on the side of the thong. A second later the thong fell off onto the floor. I moved my finger to her pussy. She moved to allow my finger to rub the outside of her bald pussy. She had shaved before she came to see me. I opened my eyes to see her husband had inched closer to us.A minute later Charlene let go of my mouth. She dropped her head back. I had one finger in her hot pussy. She was breathing very.