That’s better. Fuck me now. Fuck the shit out of me,” she moaned. Again, I did as I was told and discovered that the harder that I drove into h...r, the louder she moaned, but with more passion than pain now. I moved my hands down from her hips to under her, cradling her butt with my fingertips along her ass crack. I could feel her juices running up that channel, wetting my fingers. After the start we’d had, I was surprised that I was lasting so long. A quick glance at the clock showed we’d. . aargh!" angrily he shrugged his arm away from her grasp and walked with as much wounded dignity as he could muster back up the steps.His useless left arm flopped like a broken thing. Left leg dragged just a bit as he laboriously climbed the stairs that, although they looked the same height felt twice as high and his feet felt like he had five-pound weights on them.His mind didn't feel old at all! Nevertheless, his goddamned body was all worn out. ("Oh death, where's thy sting?") See? He. "No Sweetie," I paused as I licked Brittany's hole quickly, "I haven't seen her at all," another lick, "I'm sure she's around somewhere," more licking."Yeah, somewhere. If you see her, tell her I'm looking for her. She's going to miss the fireworks."Another lick, "I will." Then my daughter left. I looked at Brittany and we both smiled, almost laughing. I stood up and took my trunks off, Brittany's smile turned to awe when she saw my huge prick. I rubbed my cockhead at her hole and she closed. Even Clinton,grudgingly, and to himself alone, had to admit. She was better than mostof her kind--or any other kind--of woman, better, even, than most of theBlack women he'd dated. But he had a huge monster of a cock, and shestruggled to get the girth of the fucker into her mouth and, once havingdone so, to keep it there.Still, he was so excited at humiliating a white half and half thatClinton was unable to endure the call girl's attentions for long, and,within a few minutes of her expert.