Despite the relationship problems he and Grace had been suffering recently, he had genuinely thought that the visit to Vegas was the opportunity for a...fresh start. Even more, perhaps it could have led to a return to the magical early days when they seemed to have been so much in love. And yet he had betrayed her on their first day in the city. There was no doubt that he felt a strong excitement around Katherine. She was such a free spirit and she simply oozed a sexuality that brought out in. "You better answer me sweetheart. I think I'm about to come, honey. Youhave to answer me before I come, honey!" she scolded. "Now, one more time. Is this how you like it, honey?"The man sobbed. "Yea - yessszzzzz" That's much better, honey. Now be a good girl and act like you like it asI fill your asshole with my seed!" The man caught his breath as he felt the woman's body stiffen and sheejaculated the contents of her testes into his rear. She collapsed on topof him breathing heavy. He couldn't. This particular night we were at a party where we didn't know too many people and most of those we did know had gone home. Karl had already arranged to stay over as the party was at one of his mates' houses and I was too skint to get a taxi so we agreed we'd share a bed. Cue lots of jokes from his friends, but he and I never had that sort of relationship, in fact we had met when I was dating a mate of his, so we just laughed and played along with it a bit. When we got into the bedroom it was. Her brains out!!! After, the four day interracial boy-breaking fuck fest, I took her to a tattoo parlor, and the bitch tried to protest saying his mom doesn't like tattoos, and so got her a "tramp stamp tattoo" on the small of the back right above the ass of the "Queen of Spades." The international symbol for white women who exclusively have sex with black men! It is very nice, and while small, is very well done and noticeable. She didn't want the tattoo, especially after I explained how most.