He spun me around and continued so fumble with my corset, as he did so he moved his mouth along my body to my breasts, still covered by the lacy corse... which I had donned.He moved his head back up to my neck and pecked at it with kisses until he reached my cheeks and lips. He had made progress on my corset and removed it altogether leaving my petticoat the only obstacle for his pleasure. He smiled as he fully revealed my breasts, he loved their fullness and squeezed them tightly playing time to. His cock was so fat that I struggled a little with saliva control. My slurping and sucking sounds were very loud as drool occasionally dripped from the corners of my mouth. I'm sitting on this disgusting toilet in a disgusting bathroom with used condoms laying around, sucking this tatted up, sweaty, no shirt wearing, ex-con with a pierced and tatted cock, in a rundown building located in a dangerous neighborhood. I believe it didn't get any sleazier than at that moment. Buster was still. ..f-fucking BIG! I...can feel it in my stomach!" He halted, balls-deep, when he heard this. Grabbing her hips tightly, he ground against her once more, flexing his cock around within her guts, sending the engorged head of that giant thing somewhere near belly-button depth. "It's in your stomach huh?", he said. "Take it then, white girl. Feel that big, nigger dick up inside you!" (His words, not mine.) As he remained there completely impaled within her, he looked at me and said, "At this moment,. I rushed out of the building but it was too late and he was nowhere to be seen. I said to Ebony as I got back indoors that I’d drop it off to his showroom the next morning. About ten minutes later his ‘phone suddenly rang. I answered it and he was relieved to discover that he hadn’t lost it and asked if he could collect it in about half an hour. "He’s coming back in about thirty minutes." I said to Ebony. "What do you reckon?" she asked. "I think we should try don’t you?" I replied. She grinned.