Bad mistake. All that did was bring out Tyrone’s violent temper. He slapped me hard and called me a teasing bitch. He then threw me down hard agains... the couch and turned me over on my stomach. I tried screaming for help and he wrapped his strong black hands around my lily white throat and warned me that he would kill me right there if I didn’t shut up immediately. As I trembled in fear, he pulled down my pink lace panties and unzipped his jeans. He pulled out the biggest, blackest monster cock. Something else I hope I’ll have when I’m her age is her sexual stamina. Even before drawing level with the first row of troughs I knew I was not going to make it to three; Gemma’s earlier attentions had made serious inroads on my orgasmic capacity. But she might be another matter. I don’t know where she gets it from; whatever she’s having, I’ll have some of the same, please. One of Gemma’s very characteristic orgasmic patterns is a sequence of three climaxes in a row, with hardly a break. ’ He looked forward, shifted the car into gear then steered in the direction of her shared town house. The town house door shoved open, Rosangela stumbled inside laughing. She swiftly kicked off her drenched heels, spun around to watch a quite wet Victor Hardway enter. She continued to laugh as she flipped on the foray light. He wasn’t amused. He entered, swung the door closed. His damned precious fedora was soaked. His eyes glared at her as she continued to laugh. He reached and removed the. Makena wore a loose, flowing yellow shirt and very, very short white shorts. The shorts had clung to every single curve and dip in her hips and ass. When she dropped the TV remote, Marcus had almost lost control at the sight of her bending over to get it. The shorts had ridden up her thick, chocolate thighs and the undersides of her juicy cheeks were peeking out from the bottom. Marcus’s joy was short lived, however. When she finally got the remote, she tugged on the tantalizing garment until.