After a second, he pushed up and stood tense, not knowing what was coming. “Keep your eyeballs straight ahead. Don’t turn around, or I’ll blast ...our guts out with this,” she jabbed him in the ribs with the barrel of a gun. “Turn to your right and go downhill under the bridge.”“Listen, I got some money; you can have it,” his voice cracked as he spoke.“Shut the fuck up, Mr. Lucky. Move your skinny white ass now,” she poked him again. “Go on now, right up under the bridge.” His heart leaped into. Each time she just got impatient with me, or angry, or changed the subject. She denied having any fantasies or special interests. I have my own fantasies of course, plenty of them, but I've always been embarrassed by them and kept them from her (not that she's asked, she hasn't). Most of my sexual thoughts involve interracial sex, mainly black men with white women, and a lot of the time I transpose Alexis for the women in these thoughts. It turns me on tremendously to imagine her in these. I kicked the Jacuzzi jets and could feel the force of the bubbles as they snaked throughout the tub and stroked the lips of my pussy. "Pull your panties off now and join me in here."K: I complied and my Mistress positioned me so I could wash her back and then placed me in between her legs so I could do here front. The mystery of washing her and not being able to see her beautiful body was a thrill that sported my little clit to attention. I could hear the sensuous moans of my Mistress as my. Back and forth, in and out. I wanted to cum so badly but held back as I loved how this was feeling. Isabella got up to move her body around. I was laying flat on my king size bed and she decided to straddle me, upside down, of course! She lowered her pussy down to my waiting tongue and quivered when my tongue touched her. She then lowered her hot, wet lips to my hot wet lips, my pussy lips. She had sensed that I loved the long, slow strokes from before so she continued with doing that to me. My.