” With a grunt, Philip increased his thrusts. Ramming into her with every ounce of strength he could manage, making her scream louder. “Like that...you mean,” he growled as he rammed in and out faster and harder. Her only response was to scream in passion. Her body shaking with each thrust. Hands stretched out in front of her to claw at her pillow. He released her hair and grabbed her hips. Yanking her back into him with each thrust. Grunting and gasping as he fucked her harder and. " Harry. There's something I have to tell you. I'm black. African American ... or African Canadian ... or something," she laughed."No! Really! Jeez ... how about that. I'm Chinese American. I don't suppose you noticed that." Well ... there you go ... a pair of oppressed minorities. The two of us. We must be a natural fit, don't you think?" If we are oppressed, we're not doing a very good job of showing it," I said, turning to her again."Yeah. It is a bit of a hard-sell." She rolled towards me. What kind of guy am I looking for? Well, first of all he has to NOT be full of himself (like so many people are nowadays) and be humble, with a strong-sense of awareness but not take himself too seriously. A sense of humour is a MUST (to keep up with ME!) and while income isn't terribly important, I like a man who appreciates what he has and isn't a frivolous spender (unless its on ME LOL)...And I know this may sound racist, but he needs to be white...I'm sorry, but that's just the way it needs. She’s panting with excitement! She’s tight and well juiced around my rhythmically thrusting shaft. Suddenly her hands franticly grip my shoulders, her heels beat against my back, and she quivers in my hands as my penis gives her another orgasm.I thrust against Janet’s naked body till with my cum rising I pull her hard against me so her breasts squeeze against my chest. She cries out with excitement…But I’m not standing between Janet’s legs. I’m standing in a cubicle of the men’s toilet at work..