She lay on top of him, and took his giant cock in her mouth – almost choking on it when tried swallowing it to the hilt. Not even close – she was ...agging when only two thirds were in her. The Nubian reached down and fingered her dripping pussy. He was too tall for them to give each other oral happiness at the same time – so he had to settle for using his fingers. His ebony fingers darted in and out of her lovely folds, and were lost in the black brambles down there. Her actions alternated. His taught, muscly torso resplendent in the firelight. I just couldn’t help myself, as passion took over and a burning need rippled through my whole being, I started to kiss his neck, my hands exploring the body I had so lusted after for the past weeks. He was so broad and lean, his skin warmed from the glow of the fire. James moaned quietly as my mouth slowly travelled from his neck to his nipples, they felt like hard nuggets against the smoothness of his chest, and they hardened rapidly under. It was a spiked leather collar - sort of punk rock, but it would pass for a dog collar.She towered over me and put her finger to her lips as if considering what to do next.She saw that I had brought the marker I used as a bit while I was playing pony. She opened it. It was red.She made me sit up, and she painted my nipples red with the marker.Then she told me to remove the duct tape. “You are a boy, not a girl!” she told me as she ripped it off and told me to walk it to the garbage and throw it. It didn't matter that I still had my leggings on, and him jeans, he was so large it was hard to miss an erection on him. He lowered his body, arms wrapping around my back and neck. He kissed my neck and than my lips. Once again, I lost myself in his embrace and kiss. Never had a man held me like this, never had I felt so safe... so loved. He had saved my soul, made me see love was a good thing, and I was eager to repay him for his generosity and love. His left hand squeezed my right breast,.