A smile crossed her face as she blindly searched for my flaccid cock.She grasped it and rolled my way to bring it to life with her mouth. As she once...again showed me her superior oral skills, my hand massaged her firm ass. Christina stopped short of letting me cum in her mouth and simply moved onto all fours. I moved my face into her glistening slit and dined until she quivered through a minor climax.Almost whimperingly, Christina begged, "Please make love to me. I need you inside me.". She was 33 years old and what some refer to as Big and Beautiful. She had large breast, 38DDD, which she usually hated because they always got in the way, a rather large ass, wide hips, and a poochy belly. She had dark brown eyes that many men lost themselves in and black raven hair. Being Latina, she had the curves, but not the attitude. Today had been a rather interesting day. Jena for some reason had been aroused all day long. Even this morning when she woke up, she had to please herself in. What the fuck is going on?”McIlhenny pushed me a picture. It was a man, middle-aged, sharply dressed in a tailored gray suit, balding, narrow chin, big cheekbones. In shape. Looked Eastern-European. “Recognize this guy?”“Nope.”“His name is Artemi Filatov. He's Russian.”“No shit.” Of course, he was Russian. They had an embassy and a whole lot of mobsters around the Chesapeake. “What about him?”“He's a pimp. Not the kind of pimp who runs around in a flamboyant suit with a dressed-up Caddy. He's. He glanced down. Without realising it, he had walked back further than he had intended. Not only was he now in the middle of the group of people, he was currently stood in the middle of one of their cars! His head and upper body protruded from the bonnet of an old Chevrolet Nova. ‘What the Hell kind of trick is this?’ He screamed. Only Charmaigne took any notice. The rest of the crowds stood in huddles, whispering and hugging each other. A couple of men had slowly approached the Toyota. One was.