"Normally I let my bitches suck me off first, but it's been two weeks since I've had any pussy and yours is already wet for me."Hoping to distract him... she said, "I left the shower going."He just ignored her comment and said egotistically, "You won't ever go back to your white mechanic boyfriend after I've fucked you," He put a hand down by the side of her chest and directed his cock between her legs with his free hand.Sarah laid there frozen as she felt his black cockhead slide between her. . not this ... we mustn't ... ohhhhh..."But even as she stammered out all this awkward denial, she couldn't keep her lust-glazed eyes off his still expanding and lengthening cock. "Ooooooooh," she squealed, hopelessly thrilled and in the grip of a passion so obscene it was unnamable. "Yes, I love you ... you know I do ... but how can we, ... how can we ... oh Damn!, we have to! I have to! I can't stand it -- I've got to cum!"And with this, all last remnants of puritan morality and restraint. The whole process would only take a few minutes. I placed a few sheets of newspaper across my desk, a habit I had from my hobby of building and painting model airplanes, and began.Step 1: Turn upside-down and remove base. Attach the base to the top end and use as a stand.Piece of cake.Step 2: Cut a small corner off bag of sand with scissors. Carefully pour into lower half of Ant Farm until filled.This should have been easy, as well. There were little tufts of cotton stuffed into the three. “I see you like pussy.” Emily said, smiling. Millie nodded and Emily got off of her. She ducked her head swiftly and breathed in her pussy’s aroma. Moaning, Emily began to lick Millie’s pussy, in and out fast. Millie moaned and squirmed, loving the feeling of a tongue in her wet pussy. “Don’t stop!” she breathed out. Instead of answering, Emily started to lick her pussy slower. Millie played with her breasts as Emily’s tongue dug into her pussy and looked over at Michael. Amber began to rub his.