I joined in the rhythm clenching my buttocks as I thrust upwards from the chair. After a few minutes I stood up, keeping myself inside her, forcing he... over the front of my desk and scattering files and paperwork everywhere! My thrusts grew more and more urgent as she spread her thighs wide open. At one point I slipped out of her and saw before I plunged back inside her that her vagina and inner labia were stretched wide open like a black hole from which was dripping a mixture of both our. He lowered his body, pushing my legs back onto me, my thighs brushing my chest as he steadily picked up pace. Our breathing quickened and our pulses increased rapidly as we fucked in unison.“Aaahhh...Aaahhhh...” I moaned as he kept on fucking me and the now familiar sounds of the creeking bed, slapping balls and grunting, moaning mouths filed the room. I raised my legs off his shoulder, pointing them straight in the air and spreading them in a perfect V before he grabbed the ankles and carried. .. You name it. Over time he had observed them ALL on that backseat, and they ALL were after just one thing: BLACK COCK. In ample size please, thank you. Wilson could now add one entry to his list: "Famous, or a nobody."In the absence of other thoughts, the amateur anthropologist within him often pondered about what it was with girls. Did they get up in the morning with the image of big black penises in their minds, or was it only while eating a banana? Whatever, it meant that being. " "C'mon! Glen or Glenda's not a good movie by any standard. Plan 9 has moments, at least." "What moments? It's terrible. It makes no sense whatsoever. And the cast... Damn. Glen or Glenda at least has a message somewhere in it..." One of the guys narrowed his eyes at the other and pushed his shoulder. "What are you trying to say? That a well-intentioned theme makes up for plotless pseudo-sentimentality?" The other guy pushed back. "Well, when compared more production flubs than a.