Even though I couldn't see them, I could tell when his monster entered her because she hissed,"Oh christ...yessssssssssssss!"I reluctantly waited for ... few agonising moments before sneaking another look. When I did, I found her standing bent over against the stall door, legs spread with her shorts and panties hanging around one ankle. Tyrone was pounding his thick black weapon in and out of her from behind and she was obviously enjoying the difference between his thick, ebony monster and my. She slowly turned around and said, “you cheeky bugger”. She took off her top and pants but kept her panties. I didn’t want to force her into intercourse, but I wanted to kiss her boobies and play with them. I kissed her long and hard, with our tongues twisted over one another and the sharp noses clashing with each other preventing full lip to lip contact.My tool was slowly growing in size, and she clamped it between her thighs and started sliding my dick between her legs. I could feel high. Why do guys go so gaga over a set of big knockers? I know I can't seem to get enough of them. I know smaller boobs are more sensitive, but for someone to have their jugs played with for over an hour without waking up just seems bizarre, or at least it should be, right? Or is it just that her tits have been groped and squeezed and pulled on and twisted and sucked on so much these last few weeks that it doesn't even register in her consciousness. They are for sure the largest natural boobs I have. God she was amazing. So fucking perfect. I knew I wasn’t done for the night. I gently rolled Isabella on her side and slid beside her. Her ass was warm and toasty. I could feel the heat of her womb again. She natural form stuck out her ass and left her pussy a bit higher and further back on most women, giving easier access from behind. Nature thought of everything. I was going to wake her, but thought maybe I could be gentle enough she didn’t notice. Ok, ludicrous. But I wanted to.