"Gonna get you some big nigga dick tonight white boy" he taunted. He pulled my thong to the side and spit on my ass rubbing it into my hole. He rubbed...his head against my asshole and I started to get nervous, this was alot thicker than I had ever taken. He grunted and slipped the head in, and I went into ecstasy. I could no longer control myself and pushed back against him. He started pumping himself into me and my hole slowly stretched. Soon he wasn't holding back, and I swear in the quiet. Just what we needed. Martini's for lunch, wine with dinner and now 2 for 1 on the tropical drinks. And gasp! They weren't watered down. Full strength! Ughh! An auspicious beginning to our evening out.Julie and I laughingly agreed we'd landed in the middle of Saturday Night Fever; and that they had an authentic-looking dance floor, just like the one in the blockbuster movie. But music wasn't everything here: Our waitress proved to be exceptional in demonstrating the hula-hoop. Who knew what else. "Ramzy El-Najjar remembered the protocol of the kill and let her go at once. She was obviously an experienced quarry and felt nothing but contempt for the lad who had had beginner's luck in making the kill. If he had not been so far behind the rest of the riders she would have been across the path and into the woodland behind the hunt as they spread out trying to catch her. That was the best possible chance of eluding them for the requisite two hours and this boy had caught her in less than. Or how your legs part so slowly when my fingers travel inside. Slow, even though the rest of your body trembles with need as fingers pump velvety depths.I could describe the teeth that sink into your lower lip in that magnified moment when I slip inside you. The following kiss, warm and sweet. The taste of an extravagant wine I could never name.Or how my every nerve ending flares, surrenders in supernova, when your nails rake my back. How the map of scratches you leave only burn, later on, a.