She cupped her breasts, kneading them while he watched, nipples twisting between her fingertips. Her skin grew feverish, its sun-darkened tan flaring...like fire. Max could tell she was close, only dangling by her fingertips on the edge of control. He stopped and Delia groaned at the sudden aching absence of his fingers inside of her. But he was wiggling under her, bringing himself out, lowering her on his body until she was poised with the tip of his cock against her dripping opening. With a. Both called me a slut… a white married bitch, a slut nigger lover…Peter grabbed a hand full of my curly hair and thrust his huge cock deep up my ass and suddenly he shot his warm load in my anus.At same time I felt Jackson filling my hungry cunt with his burning semen. I fell on top of his hard chest and Peter fell onto my back.Then he pulled out of my ass and I rolled off Jackson.Both black men shoved their cocks in my wet mouth and made me clean them with my tongue.Soon both bastards were. You can lean forward and lick and nip at them, until they become hard and perky. I pull my top down to release them and let you get to them, and you can touch, and suck them properly. I feel so wet and need you so much, that I am rubbing myself against your hard cock. I unzip you and move down, your hands leave my hard nipples and are tangled in my long hair. I feel your hard cock and I slide the head into my mouth, flicking and swirling my tongue round the tip and taste your pre-cum. I lick. Quiet as a mouse I slipped through the front door, tiptoed into the sitting room. The bedroom led from it, and I could hear pounding music and other muffled sounds through the closed door. My heart was pounding along with the rhythm as I slipped off my coat and dress, and waited, trying to calm myself with deep breaths. I heard giggles, a groan, and then the door opened. The music was very loud in there - all the better to hide my presence - and Fran came out, naked, grinning from ear to ear..