Katrina said now lick up your mess good boy. Johnson obediently lowered his head to the plate and became licking his come off the plate. Katrina watch...d for a minute and then got up guiding me onto my back. Katrina took my cock and guided my cock into her pussy, just as she had in our first meeting. She was wonderfully tight compared to Johnsons' asshole, and the view of her tits in the light of the room was so much better than in the small booth. Katrina said now good boy lick my asshole. I. He backed her up right into the room trying to find the sofa without stopping their kissing. He found it, but not quite as he had planned. The back of his legs hit the arm of the sofa just as he pulled her further another step and lost his balance. He tried to hold onto her and steady himself at the same time, and failed miserably. He tipped back onto the seat, pulling her along to land on top of him. They both just burst out laughing. Things were definitely not going to plan. Still, they. She began to lick and kiss his neck. Marsha smashed her lips hard to his as she searched for his tongue. They kissed for a long time as his hands were once again pulling her naked ass tighter to him. “Humm,” moaned Marsha, “your hands feel so good.” Jackson smiled and said, “Not at the office.”The song ended and Marsha wanted to stay against this big black man, but they returned to the booth. A fresh drink was waiting for her. She felt Cherry’s hand against her pussy again. Cherry then. She spread her long legs, hiked up her jean skirt and pushed on the accelerator. Traffic moved pretty well through DC and Baltimore. She’d heard a few truckers blow their horns as she passed, but being a “ditzy blonde” as Brian called her, she was oblivious as to why. Her cellphone rang and Sara touched her bluetooth earpiece to answer. It was Brian. He’d just noticed her pink lace thongs lying beside his bed and had to call. He missed her already. In the short two months they’d been together,.