“You can’t just talk to me like that,” she struggled to say, to keep her dignity intact. “My father wouldn’t like it!” “The fuck what y...ur father likes!” Nicholas exclaimed in English, a language Rose-Marie understood perfectly well. “He’ll go mad if he hears how impertinent you’ve been,” snorted Rose-Marie. “Servants don’t talk like that. It’s not right!” Nicholas sighed. He rolled his eyes slightly and wearily stood up. Again Rose-Marie’s eyes were drawn towards that penis of his. And, she. She started to breathe heavily.She turned her face towards me.My cock was so hard and it was just inches to her mouth.I purposely moved forward to hit my cock on to her face.She was slightly moaning.I said ayshu massage is over how do you feel.She wants her breasts to be massaged, saying this she took her bra off.My mouth dropped to see her big erect tits.Her nipples were in punk colors.I pressed her tits madly.Couldn’t control anymore.She started to enjoy more.I squeezed her tits.I kissed her. I lean back, smiling, once more. Mmm, I so love black cock. I think about the past fifteen years, I think about all the black men I've had, my addiction to them.It's an addiction that caused me to ruin not one, but two marriages.-1-Kirk was my high school sweetheart, the father of my c***dren, my first husband. He was a hard worker, a good man, maybe not the best in bed, but he tried his best.We married younger, around 20 or so. We had help from our parents with our young k**s while we finished. ” He insists as he hand runs up her skirt. “Just sit back and enjoy” he whispers in her ear. For a moment she let out a sigh, feeling tingles as he works his hand up, then it turns into anger. There agreed they would wait until she was ready. She was not ready. She pushes him off one more time and his face turns red. “If this is how you plan on treating me when I wanna be close to you, fuck it. Fuck school. Fuck everyone and everything. It’s just you and me baby” he continues to insist more.