Austin."The buzz returned, and it drowned the ongoing voice – just like it drowned her thoughts. The pumping fingers in her vagina were replaced by ... wet, sucking mouth and an intruding tongue. But it wasn't her vagina, she remembered, it was her pussy, her cunt, and she moaned, arching her back. When she was like this, she had tits and a cunt, and that was fine. Nothing mattered now, really, did it? She could do ... nothing. Everything was ... as it was. Wasn't it?Was it her hand that pulled. I tried to enter her den but not even my cock head was able to go through. She is moaning loud and begging me to stop. I decided to go hard on her, convinced her and took my position and gave hard forceful push. Damn, it ruptured and blood started to flow over my dick and her pussy lips. There she was begging and crying like a little baby. I kissed her and told her that you are gonna enjoy and have pleasure. I stared moving dick slow and increased my pace, fucking harder and harder. She was. Val was in the living room with a dark-haired man I didn’t recognize, he had to be close to John’s own age. She was dressed in a much different outfit than she’d left home in, tight leather pants that showed the prominent ‘V’ of her pussy, a tiny top and decadent stilettos. She let the older man pull her close and he bent down to kiss her. ‘Damn, you fucking little bitch. My wife was right – you are one cute little honey!’ The man said. ‘She’s not so bad herself, I’d never had sex with a black. His eyes were darkand slutty looking. His lips large and deep, dark red. His cheekboneswere already quite high and prominent and the blush exaggerated themfurther. He thought he looked like a hooker. "But I look like a hothooker!" he said to no one. His voice, he noticed was high andsingsong. "Only one thing missing. I need some jewelry."Chris returned to the dresser and looked though the jewelry box on top.In one compartment, he found a matched set consisting of a ring,pendant and earrings..