In between she would scoop out some juice from her cunt to make her hands even more slippery.- How does it feel suddenly to have a whore in your bed? ...o you like to see my open cunt? She never even waited to hear if I had something to say. She was all on a trip of her own. - Can you see it's snapping for air? It's snapping for cock. It's burning inside for you and Per to fill me up and quench the fires.I was getting close, and my cock started twisting.- Now, you tell me just the second you. I can assure you that it won't always go as easily as it did back there, but if you're sure, then yes, he gave us plenty. My men will track them all down, separate the doers from the talkers, and extract everything they have to tell us."After what you showed the team in there," he jerked his thumb back towards where we just left, "They will gladly keep going as far as the trail leads. It will be expensive, but successful. As long as you have the stomach for it, we will get it done."He meant it.. “Mm hmm. Is it because you like sucking my cock?” “No, Sir.”The stroking grows faster. His breathing is heavy. “Is it because you’re wishing it was inside you, cunt? Because you need my cum?” “N—No!” My words lack conviction even in my own ears. Even in my own ears I sound like a needy whore.Two months ago, I wouldn’t have looked at this man. Now I’m on my knees, trembling at the thought of him pushing into my pussy. Moaning involuntarily at the thought of his cum. It doesn’t matter if I lie to. When I was wearing tight shorts, they could sometimes see the outline of my big cock. It seemed like the white wives were especially flirty with me, and Chelsea and I used to laugh about it when we were having sex. She’d sometimes tease me about getting all those pretty white women so aroused, and how they would really enjoy fucking my big, black cock. I got the feeling that she wouldn’t have minded if a fucked those white women. But since Chelsea kept me satiated with our frequent sex, I had.