Che splendida fica! Pube depilato e due piccole labbra che di piccolo hanno solo il nome. Mi "fiondo" sul suo sesso e comincio a leccarlo con lo stess... entusiasmo di un segugio che lecca la sua ciotola dopo aver terminato il pasto. La sento rantolare... Bene, vedo che le piace penso mentre mi concentro sul clitoride. È bagnatissima! Con una mano le palpo le tette. Sono stupende al tatto; il solo toccarle mi rafforza l'erezione. Una bella succhiata ai capezzoli (è da quando li ho visti che. He stroked from the tip of its bulbous end to his tight load balls. With each full plunge I could feel the slam of his balls connecting with my body. I was trapped, pinned down with no control over anything he was doing, at his mercy and he knew it. I'd done most things in my life and had just about everything done too me but I'd never felt like this before.I was hitting new limits, or were there just no limits now? I could feel my body reaching boiling point and sinking into a half world. The pool tables were also fairly well lit. We sat down at a table in relative darkness away from the bar and pool tables. Terry asked what I wanted to drink then went to the bar. As my eyes began to adjust to the darkness at the far end of the room I made out what looked like a jukebox and a dance floor. I was uneasy as the two tattooed black men, who had been playing pool, starred at me. Terry came back to the table. She took my hand and led me to the jukebox. I rubbed up against Terry from. The doorman handed me a paper with the club rules and had me sign that I had read the rules and agreed. I signed it and he asked me "Red or Blue" ? I noticed my friend had a Blue band and had to ask....What is the difference ? The doorman replied." Blue gets sucked.......Red does the sucking" I chose the red. I put on the wrist band and he reminded me of one of the rules. "You may only refuse 1 person, any more and you will be asked to leave". I agreed and entered the club. Once inside I was.