So, I posted in a date site that I wanted some men for a black gangbang.At least twenty black guys asked to come home; I selected eight of them. After...we all had some drinks and talked a while, I led them upstairs to the master bedroom. I knew just what to do and was sure my loving hubby would approve it, although he would not be present this time…I knelt in the middle of the room and got those eight huge black guys naked. I then went to each one of them and sucked their cocks, one after the. The rest of him was cool, dressed only in the white satin lingerie set and nylons. The laced-up leather hood was pierced only by two small breathing holes below his nostrils, and a mouth-slit which was firmly zipped shut. He knew if he thought too much about this he risked beginning to panic. His mind would scream for escape and freedom, his lungs would pump air madly, imagining suffocation. The hood was not only laced up and tied off, the laces unreachable behind his head, but its neckpiece. The tip of her nose grazed her throbbing clit as she moved her head, swirling her tongue inside her.She glanced upwards as she sucked and licked. Poppy’s chest heaved as she pulled tight on the restraints. Her nipples were rock hard, her mouth was open as she panted, desperately trying to draw the oxygen into her lungs as her breathing struggled to cope with the sensations being produced between her legs.Amanda swirled her tongue over Poppy’s slit, the tip tracing the folds and back to lick. At this point I was furiously working my way up and down the length of his hard shaft. At one point I could take all of him as I started to gag a little bit as his precum dripped down the back of my throat. I worked the sensitive areas as I looked up to see his head twisting back and forth in ecstasy as his shirt was now off, he was pinching his own nipples that were now as hard as his cock he was thrusting in and out of my mouth.I had switched positions so that I was now on top of the bed.