He leaned down to start kissing her and looped his fingers into the strings of her thong. "Imma take that racist shit out on this pussy, whitegirl" ri...ping her panties off visciously. "So if I call you that word will you fuck me harder?" Abi teased, giggling, Markus groaned like an a****l as he pulled his shorts off revealing his big black cock, rock hard, ready to break her pussy in half. Markus lifted her legs onto his shoulders as he sat up on his knees, he moved his big black anaconda to. He said, as he was going to the living room,-come on. She is here-But when we were in the living room, there was no woman other than me! I was surprised.-imad, is this a joke? Where is she?-I was angry, sad and now, also puzzled.He smiled at me and took out the ring box.-hey hameeda, you have lost a lot because of me. But guess what, i promised not to leave you and i will make sure it now…-He took the ring in his hand and knelt down. He showed it to me and asked,-…hameeda, will you marry me?-I. I also sat on the bench close to her. My soft prick was still hanging out of my shorts, but I was too tired to put it back in my pants. The fire was burning low but I needed to catch my breath before feeding the fire more wood.I looked over at Rita. She looked happy and content slouching back on the bench with her blouse wide open exposing both of her large well shaped breasts to the night air. Her nipples were standing at attention from the cool air. I leaned in and gave each nipple a light. Sensing her new pliancy, he parts her legs and strokes the delicate skin of her inner thighs, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through her whole body."Good girl. Now that's much better. I think that's taught you a lesson." He bows his head and kisses her fervently, rubbing his face against her velvety ass and breathing in her intoxicating scent. He turns her over gently, and looks down at her for a moment. She is beautiful, lying quiet and willing, waiting for him to mount her. His eyes.