“What do you mean who?” he asks, but rather than waiting for her reply, he immediately says, “Mela. The woman you had with you at the Rolling Tu...tle. The one we both fucked that night.”“There wasn’t anyone with me that night,” she answers. “Though if you’re into a threesome then I’m wouldn’t mind. Maybe we get your wife into it?”“What?” he asks, shaking his head. His mind is a whirlpool of thoughts shrouded in a deep fog. “She would never go for that. But no, I’m talking about Mela, the. Putting his hands around her waist, he pulled her towards him, sliding her on to him. Fully inside her, he began to fuck her rapidly, in little stabbing movements, suddenly switching to slower deeper thrusts, and then back again. He was good. Better than the boys.“Put your hands up on the coat rail.”She reached up with both hands, and found it gave her some purchase to push her hips back in rhythm with his thrusts. His hands cupped and squeezed her breasts and nipples, sending little electric. “Put it in.” I had to thrust my hips forward as far as I could before I could feel his head at my soaking entrance. I looked at him while I rubbed his cock along my slit to see his grin before he spoke. “That’s it; work my dick into your married pussy.” I began to sink on his dick while he kept taking. . . “I’m going to fuck you senseless. Your tight pussy will never be the same.” 3 inches of his dick was inside of me. “That’s not even half of it. Go ahead, sit on my fucking cock.” I held my. She smiled a coy expression on her face, “well mister you should know your responsible for putting a good amount of that cum in me”.Roy looked at her with a big smile, “so do you like black cock? Oh god yes what you guys did to me was a sexual high I cannot describe; do you want more black cock”? She chewed her bottom lip thinking I guess so, but I don’t want to be known as a cheap slut”. He laughed, “Morgan you will be known from now on as our cum dumpster cock loving slut so get used to.