He looked at me with a challenge in his eyes, but all I could do was watch Diane’s lips glide up and down his big black stalk rapidly, amazed at how...much of him she already had in her mouth. She looked so damn hot down on her knees like that. I was jerking my own cock as fast as she was sucking his. I was already close to dropping my cookies. My greatest fantasy was to see her on her knees sucking a big black dick, and she knew it. I was wondering how close he when he asked, “This your wife or. Some he recognised, but others were so new to him that he could not even guess at the ingredients.His mother had declined his invitation to join him, evidently because of protocol, but she supervised the handling of the dishes as they arrived. There seemed to be a quaint custom that the waiter (as David thought of them) who brought each dish was given a small portion of it to eat before it was given to David. After the fourth or fifth time this happened he realised that this was his mother's. You have taken my cock in the pussy before, sis”.“That’s why I made a replica of my pussy out of salt dough. It will be just like the real thing” She removed the can’s lid, revealing a fleshy-looking pussy inside. “It doesn’t look like yours, sis. Your pussy is definitely looser than this thing” “If you can handle five minutes of it, you can have the real thing. I’m gonna time you. Don’t you dare cum before the time runs out.” she said smirking.“Fine. I accept your challenge” I declared.She. ” “You’re still breathing. There’s a chance she somehow missed it.” Dag shrugged, glancing over his shoulder toward the door “But – only one way to find out. Ask her.” Con stared at him, starting to frame a denial – then bit off his words as a warm, strong hand closed on his shoulder. He looked up guiltily to find Kass smiling down. “Good evening, Con.” Her purring tone as she lingered over his name and her sly green eyes, half-closed with pleasure, belied her formal greeting. He gulped and.