He is filling me. She pushed harder and harder as I clenched against her wrist. My whole pelvic floor quivered and seized as I called out in pleasure....��That’s a good little bitch! Take it!” Raven called out. My mind spun and my body gave out. I couldn’t keep my ass up anymore and fell to the ground laying there helpless. She deftly pulled out her hand and looked down at me with a wry grin. “How was he?”“Mmm baby. So good. That was amazing.”“Maybe one day that can be a reality.” Her words pounded. They looked completely desirable and had plenty of flesh on show. The blonde, leaning on the bar next to me, looked me in the eye and asked if I wanted to buy them all a slammer. I couldn't order quick enough, including myself in the round. The slammers were slammed and things were getting interesting. "Get another round and we'll go sit over there." The girls went and made themselves comfy. I took the drinks over and I heard "No more than 30 seconds if I did him" from the blonde. "He wouldn't. "Oh yes," the woman cried, "oh please, oh yes." The man held on to her thighs, digging his fingers into her flesh. His face was red and sweaty from the strain, but he kept going, flicking his tongue, fucking the woman with it, harder, faster... "Aaah," she screamed, throwing herself about on the carpet as she came. "Aaah!" The man strengthened his hold on her thighs, his mouth firmly planted on her pussy, as she thrashed about on the floor, swept away by her powerful orgasm. Sylvia gently began. It was a type of ratty island chic, old aloha shirt and frayed shorts that looked like they had originally been long pants. He was coal-black. And he had one of those animated personalities that would have made Bobby McFerrin seem downright “Un-Happy”.Jean-Claude was playing cheerful island creole when he came over. I knew he was trying to hustle me. But I asked him to sit down. Any guy who could game that well had to be knowledgeable. I bought him a drink and told him I had just moved down.