Ohh yea she's a model. When we first hooked up it was just one-nite-stands but it started getting serious, every time our relationship got serious she...embedded her sexual beliefs into me. Seeing that she is bi and WAS immature she use to cheat on me a lot, just like my other gf's but for some reason it didn't bother me (idk why). But like teenage relationships we break up and get back together but when we break up she be swinging a lot.One day her older cousin comes from England with her. I wrapped my lips around that puckered flesh and sucked it into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue, while I tugged and pinched the other. She began to furiously grind her wet pussy against my leg. I threw her down onto her back and yanked off her thong. ‘Yes! Please! Do it! I don’t care! I need it!’ she screamed at me, completely wild with lust. I couldn’t do that, not yet, not today. I buried my face in apex of her thighs, lapping wildly before thrusting my tongue into her. Desperate with. He wasted no time putting the head of his cock at my slick entrance. He thrust it in with a single hard slam of his hips. We both let out a moan as he slid his thick cock in to my wet, hot pussy. His massive black tool was the biggest I had ever had in me.He started fucking me hard. His dark chocolate skin was a contrast to my lighter tan skin as we fucked like wild a****ls. I know everyone down at the party had to hear my obscene screams. He kept drilling into me as I opened my legs wider. He. I was in her brain, but no more than I went into my mind to find the other paths, follow the other tracks, think the other thoughts. It was nature. It was thought.I imagined the process as tearing down detour signs in her mind. Setting them up had been second nature. Finding them, pulling them away, was excruciatingly precise. I felt like I was inches away from finding clumps of brain and yanking the whole thing open.How bad could this go? Could I make her a vegetable? Give her a stroke? I.