In her hand she held a riding crop. "Close your mouth and come over here so I can take a look at you." He walked over to her and stopped. "Turn around...slowly." She ran her hands over him to check for stubble as he turned. "Do you like how I look?" "Hell yes, you look like a million bucks." "Bill, I have been dressing in sexy clothes for you these past few months to improve our sex life and save our relationship. Now I want you to wear some for me now. Go over to the bed and put on what I have. He said, "That's good, because I know a lot of black cocks that would love to be in your sweet white pussy." Good, I would like that." I said while looking at David.He picked up his cell phone while she continued to suck his cock and he told someone our address and told them to "bring the others tomorrow at 1:00 pm."Jason kept us both busy into the early morning hours. Jason's cock was pleasuring me more than I ever thought possible. I wanted him in all my holes, and he granted my wishes, with. Hot and humid, his cock was trapped behind her sultry lips, subjected to her whims. The head of his manhood rested at the entrance of her ever-swallowing throat, which continually threatened to pull him further in. Strands of her saliva oozed over his long shaft, collecting all across his hardening length. Her gentle lips held onto him, kissing against his taut flesh, bidding him to stay within her while her teeth raked sensually along his length. His breath came in ragged pants as she sucked. ’ Robin smiled. ‘It’s been a few years, but I’d like to think I’ve still got it in me.’ ‘I should hope!’ she replied. ‘I’ll need someone to keep up with me.’ The next song began, cueing the beginning of their dance, and he grabbed her hand and led her into it. It was a simple tune, a classic waltz song that could likely blend into the next, but was perfectly suitable for a nice sashay and twirl with a woman as intriguing as this one. Perhaps this was what he needed. A bit of romanticism. He.