Manners be damned, I had to go.“Hey Kyle, sorry to drop by like this, I just REALLY need to use the restroom. I’ll only be a minute, do you mind i... I come in?” I peered over his shoulder into the apartment. It looked cozy; before it was all boxes and piles of furniture. Now it had become a home. Recreations of classic art hung on the walls, and there was even an easel standing in one corner of the room. I couldn’t see what was painted on it, a towel had been tossed over the canvas,. Feeling my heartbeat. Eyes slowly blinking. The handcuffs. Their coldness.She d****s a black scarf over my shoulder. She steps up behind me, coming closer. I can feel the jacket on my back. Rough. Warm. She steps away. I hear the zipper slowly come undone.I make a small sound as presses herself against me. I can feel her breasts on my back. Firm and soft, lovely, classical. Her taut nipples press into my back. Her arms come around me, gently me squeezing me to her.I smell the jasmine. Her soft. And this guy was a black man who was probably about 8 or 9 inches, too! She was really enjoying sucking his cock. And I, ashamed as I may have been, was enjoying being able to watch it just as much, as the hard bulge in my pants made evident. Watching her lips slide up and down his now wet and shiny cock was so thrilling to me.After a few minutes of slow cock-sucking, Sarah started to really pick up the pace as the man put his hand on her head and forced her to bob up and down on his big black. But he was finished too, as the moment his cock popped out of her he shot a long stream of watery cum right across her body over her face and head, hitting the wall behind her. The rest dribbled out of him like a faulty tap, running into her pussy and onto the chair. He collapsed on top of her and the pair kissed passionately as laid on top of her and his rock hard dick slipped back inside. I asked him how he felt about fucking an older woman and he said that it was new to feel a hairy pussy.