Who had black hair, with a jaw guardian; lifting a kayak out of a river like he just accomplished training for the olympics. His name is a Ricardo, he...had me with that profile pic; growlr was never the same after him & neither was my mind. Our first day of contact had me clutching my red & crimson pearls like somebody finally submarined their way into the deep blue to bring me up to the surface. I will always consider him talking me to slumber that morning & me returning the favor the next. Moving me up and down, as I bite his neck clawing his neck as I move. "Don't stop, please don't stop. "He stares into my eyes as a smile comes across his face. "Never. " Faster and faster he thrusts. Sending ripples through me. "Lean back. I won't let go. " Releasing my arms from around his neck I lean back. I feel him so different now deeper inside. As my orgasm builds I reach down. Rubbing my clit round and round. Applying pressure as he thrusts. "Oh god, don`'t stop... ahhh!" His growls. I reached up and began rubbing all the sperm into my face while still watching the hung black guy. the three guys got all the sperm out of their cocks and got dressed and left. I stayed on my knees hopeing to suck that huge cock which was not rock hard and standing straight out in front of him! all 13 inches of it and awsomely thick! he kept showering so i stood up and washed off the sperm on my face never takeing my eyes off his cock as it slowly went down to hanging between his legs again. i. The Dark Lord rose, the old rhyme humming in his head as he scented her upon the night air. The scent of her yes, but also the smells as she prepared herself to allow him to take her into the night in celebration. The Almond Butter she used to dress her curls, the ancient Florentine perfume she still favored after all these decades, the hot ironed smell of her crinolines, a darker duskier aroma as she donned the lingerie he has bought for her to wear for their night out. He groaned. Three.