He took her to bed and threw her and sprang upon her.He said, “I never had a hot white chick like you. I cannot control. I am going to screw badly a...d roughly.” Reema said, “No problem dear. Fuck me to the fullest and make me your African woman.”Karl started sucking her boobs and drank her entire milk. He said, “Wow sweet Indian milk.” And he kissed her like mad and then sucked her pussy. Then they went to the 69 positions. Almost after an hour Karl said, “Ufffffffffffff I cant control I need. I was going crazy to taste her pussy so I quickly went down removed her jeans and panties and started licking her clit. She was screaming and moaning a lot at that moment I could feel the wetness of her pussy but I wanted to give her and orgasm first so I didn’t stop before that actually happened. As she approached her point of orgasm she was thrusting my head as if she wanted my head to be the one that should fuck her pussy and to top it all she was screaming to me to lick it faster, as she. “You naughty! No bra inside, u came ready for this” he whispered. He was massaging my boobs softly and nibbling my nipples. I closed my eyes. I felt my horniness is overriding my faith to my husband. My loving husband!Then I felt his crotch against my ass while he was kneading my tits. He was slowly moving. “What’s your name?” He asked. My eyes were closed. I never intended to reply. But I slowly whispered “Aaysha”. Then I realized my body is not in my control. That guy was controlling me. I. “Did you cum?” “No, but I’m too close to stop it if I keep going like this…” I half-moan-half-breathe at him; he stops the vibe. “Thank you,” I say. He tells me to keep humping the dildo. As we come to the main highway he says I can stop humping, and instructs me to drive toward town. As I take the turn, he reaches between my legs and feels my jeans’ crotch; it’s wet… so wet that his fingers feel sticky when he pulls them away. “Did you cum?” His voice is like knives and darkness, and his.