I could plainly hear her ask him to go slower, which he did. I was fascinated as I watched this girl I knew, being taken by this black man with the hu...e cock."What is his name?" I asked Scott without taking my eyes from the TV. "I don't want to think of him as 'that man', 'that pimp' or that 'black man'. I want to know his name." They call him Big R," Scott said.Big R. okay, I had a name for the black creature that was fucking Holly so hard. Suddenly Holly started bucking, and yelling that she. I’m going to make it easy for you. Tonight, I am you whore. Now, cum for me one last time, while this all ends.? My husband’s face lit up as he fell to his knees, his cock inches from my face. ?I can’t listen to her anymore,? he said, pumping his dick. ?Finish her.? I tried to maintain eye contact with him, but he looked away. I was going to die; he had killed me, but I had won. I heard the sound of metal scraping on metal, but did not look to see what was coming my way.. So, i put my four fingers of both the hands and pulled her petticoat 2 inch below so that i could have a complete view of her big and deep navel.I saw very deep, round and big navel which was just like a feast for and was giving me an invitation. I put my index finger inside her navel to measure the depth. It was almost two inches. I gave a silent smile. On seeing her navel i assumed her as the goddess of beautiful navels. I hugged her and put my face deep in her belly. I was licking her. She had the body of a model. Her nipples stood erect on the tops of her 36C cup boobs and she had a small waist. She was also cleanly shaven. Her body was flawless. Helen looped a finger into the waistband of my Bermuda shorts, and pulled me in closer to where she stood in front of me. She slipped her other hand under the edge of my shirt and up to my chest, where she pinched one of my nipples. “I haven’t been with a man in months,” Helen declared, her voice trailing off. She slipped my polo.