The lucky guy was a big, muscular black guy named Jerome. He had a nice body and a big dick, but mostly I liked how sexually aggressive and straight f...rward he was. Also if i’m being honest, it still feels like a sexy taboo to hook up with a black guy. My family was never racist and had no problem with interracial relationships but it was still looked at in my circles as something that slutty bad girls did. (which is why normal girls want to do it!) We planned to meet the next night, but i had. ” She winked, looking at the liquid frothing between Lyra's pussy lips. Bending forward with the flat of her tongue, Charlotte licked up the strings of arousal juice from Lyra's pussy lips. “Mmm, fuck yeah, you taste sweet.”Lifting her leg, Charlotte pushed her pussy down to meet Lyra's, until the girls were opposite each other, locked into a scissor position, before slowly grinding her sopping pussy against her friends. “Oh my god,” groaned Lyra, tilting back her head as she felt the heat of. It took twenty five minutes to walk to the groomers and another five minutes to get to the restaurant. We were seated on the patio and told that our waitress would be right with us. Florence looked at me and said, “Thank you for yesterday, Gil.” “What exactly are you thanking me for?” I asked her. “For leaving when you did. I could tell that you noticed I became uncomfortable and you were sweet about it,” she explained. “Hmmmmm…I don’t know how to feel about that, Florence. We had just met. “You’re right, honey, I do have a fantastic body. My legs are long, my ass is shapely, my waist is tiny and my tits, well, look at them,” she said, cupping her hands around her awesome rack and squeezing, making her cleavage swell and strain against her blouse buttons. Fuck. “Huge, round, firm, perfect. All of my lovers have said they’re the best, and that I’m the best. Greg couldn’t get enough of me. But you, young man, will never, ever know me that way. Give it up.”“Alright,” I said. “I’ll.