I have, however, entered some of the more sensual aspects of that trip, inasmuch as Mr. Verne had no knowledge, or at least was not in a position to d...cument them had he known. Therefore, when such events require some form of verbal description, I have taken the liberty of inserting them, using italics to make them distinct from that of Mr. Verne's prose.And now I will turn you, dear reader, over to Mr. Jules Verne.Jules Verne'sAROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYSIncluding Excerpt's From the. You whisper that you love that you can give me such pleasure, but that you have still more in mind. You stand up again, smile and wink at me, then move close, straddle the outside of my legs, wrap your graceful arms around my neck, and push your right nipple up to my mouth, which I proceed to suckle and lick with delight, my hands grabbing your ass, pulling you towards me. As I continue to kiss and nibble your tits, you tease the tip of my rigid cock with your dripping wet pussy, sliding. As his penis penetrates my mouth a loud groan escapes his, he loves it when I give him head. With half of his erect penis in my mouth I flicker my tongue against it, sending shivers down his spine. My right hand reaches under him to caress his balls, while my left hand glides up and down his shaft, and my head bobbles up and down on his cock. I look up at him and give him my best “naughty school girl” look, and he groans even louder. Both of his hands pushing down on my head. Forcing me to take. “Love my black cock?... Say it, bitch!” And the bastard stopped his strokes. "Noooo, please… keep me fucking, you, nigger bastard…” I cried…Michael laughed and he resumed his wild attack on my back.He made me cum. A shuddering orgasm washed my entire body from my cunt and I tried to avoid showing my pleasure to Victor; because I did not want to humiliate him in front of this brute black man…But Michael noticed my juice onto his cock and he laughed at my hubby.“Your white bitch had come on my.