Michaels asked. “You know… They say all black men are hung. Is it true? Do you have a big cock for me to suck on?” Miss Noefun replied sheepishl.... Sarah’s mouth dropped. She never thought Miss Noefun would have ever come out with such a statement. She was now curious to see for herself just what Miss Noefun would do next. Mr. Michaels chuckled. “Well I can’t speak for all black men. But… Yes, I am fairly well hung. Do you like big black cocks Miss Noefun? Would you like to see mine?” He said.. I spread my lips and started rubbing my clit feeling it elongate and harden under my touch, watching James’s reactions to me the entire time. He was seriously turned on, his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was heavy. ‘Don’t cum.’ What? It felt so good how could I not? ‘If you cum I will punish you.’ Holy shit? Was he for real? I continued rubbing myself while he carried on his conversation, with whoever was on the phone, trying to stop the orgasm that was building deep in me. Part of me. She was a girl of average height, but had been blessed with long, beautiful legs. Years of dancing had toned her limbs, and that definition extended upwards. Her buttocks were firm, shapely, and perfect. A flat belly was placed above the cleft of her sex, which in itself was a sight to behold. Her nether region was almost hairless, a trait that Kimberly had enforced since the onset of puberty, and the lips of her sex were small, tight, and almost childlike. The only sign of her maturity was her. Why do we need a washing machine? What the hell is he gonna do this time?After we went to the bathroom, he said,-now, this position is called spin cycle. Now here I sit on the washing machine…He sat on it.-…Now sit on me.I sat on him, as he was kissing all over my upper back and squeezing my boobs. Soon his cock was erected to a certain size.-now get me inside you, baby…He said as he patted my ass. I slowly got him inside, sitting on him. Then he started the spin cycle of the washing machine..