” she moaned. “I think I’m coming!” Almost on tiptoes, he carried on thrusting into her the way she liked it. Grinding as deep as possible. He...grabbed the taps on the nearby sink to increase his leverage. Amongst fretful gasps she came, her muscles clenching around his whole shaft. He slowed his pace. He pulled out. Holding his hard, wet and pulsating cock in his left hand he sensually rubbed it in the gel that covered her pussy and down her crack. He pushed her anus open with his right thumb.. Do you think I can touch it? he asked No, i shouldnt be doing this! i thought to myself, but again pleasure overrided my morals. Yeah, But be gentle, OK? i said Ok he said happily in return. He slowly glided his finger into my inner thigh and farther down to my pussy lips. Then he starting gliding his index finger over my pussy lips and then he inserted a finger into my pussy, which caused me to almost have an orgasm. Oh, Fuck I moaned. Are you ok Chelsea? he asked. Yeah Im fine i managed to. I was still turned on and decided to rub my pussy to help relieve some of the excitement. As I stepped out of the shower the black man was standing there waiting for me, and he grabbed me and started to kiss me. I tried to fight him off and screamed for him to leave me alone.He growled, "I know you want it, and you know you want it so just stop pretending."I screamed and fought more, but he didn't even really seem to be struggling to keep me under his control. I told him I was married and that. Umayyah,” he grunted. “Jesus, this cunt is amazing.”“Even compared to those sluts you normally fuck?” I groaned, pumping back into him, my ass smacking his crotch. My tits heaved beneath me, swaying in the silk nightie, my nipples drinking in the sensation as they rubbed on the fabric. “To all those tight, coed pussies you fuck?”“So much better!” he groaned. “They're not my teacher. My married teacher! Jesus, I can't believe Faizel gets to tap this ass whenever he wants.”“He does!” I moaned,.