Her eyes got big as she explained, he wasn't a he. He was a she, and she was vicious, murderous, and incredibly evil. We were in her waters, and they ...anted to get out and to a safe harbor as soon as possible.I scoffed at her words. How dare she attack a ship of his majesty King Charles II. It's all rumor and speculation, I told her.I left my bed, if you want to call such a thing a bed and dressed. I looked out of the tiny opening to see the flat ocean before me. Barely a ripple across the dark. Mike starts a long deep, but intermittent rhythm, stopping every time he feels I am cumming; I go ballistic as my body cries out for release... However, he continues the cycle of sexual pleasuring torture, by not letting me cum until I am pleading with him for release; at this point he secures my wrists in the handcuffs he always uses at work. I can’t see but I know what is happening and thrust my ass hard back against him gurgling rather than speaking as Tony is still fiercely fucking my. . why?! Was I not good enough in bed? I gave him everything, Kawan!" I all but screamed. He exhaled a deep breath. "You couldn't give him the one thing he needed - black dick. Your husband took a trip to New Orleans a while back and had one. After that, he was hooked. It was all he could think about. He's not alone in that. Most white women feel that way as well," he said putting a hand on my right knee."Are you saying someone fucked his ass and made him 'go black' as they say?" He ran his hand. He was facing the wall and turned to meet me as I came in. I looked down to be greeted by his meaty stiff cock sticking straight out towards mine. Immediatly I drop to my knees. I open my mouth as wide as possible and take him in one big swallow. He moans just slightly and grips the back of my head and I bob up and down on that big salty fucking cock. It fills my mouth completely, he starts to thrust and the head of his big dick pushes against the back of my throat. I don't gag. This isn't my.