...what is it about this man that makes all other men nonexistent to me.... Mmmm I feel my wetness.......what is it about this man that makes me want ...o give completely of myself......i inhale deeply yet again.....my nose is filled with that scent that instantly ignites that raging fire..... My legs slowly begin to fall open.....my nipples harden and become very very sensitive.....softly I whisper his name as my fingers begin to circle my juicy clit.... "Baby "......gently I lick my lips as I. “Where do you want it,” he gasped and Michelle answered by squeezing her breasts together and opening her mouth. Bob put his erection between her breasts and started to tit fuck her, and with each thrust, Michelle’s mouth took the head of his cock like a consummate pro. After only a few thrusts, Bob pumped his seed into her waiting mouth. The lady that she is, she swallowed the lot, and the four of us fell into our partners’ arms and giggled. I read recently that you know if you’ve done sex. I greeted a handsome young African man, the blackest I had ever seen. I thought, "Wow he looked like a real muscular God of something." My heart was beating fast as we sat for dinner. We made small talk and I could not get over how hot Zola looked. We finished dinner and my husband said for us to go to the den and he would do the dishes and clean up after dinner. I carried our wine glasses to the den and we sat and sipped wine and started making out. Zola told me how nice I looked and I told. Dark, almost black, bruises had covered her ass. Lines of scabs cris-crossed back and forth along her cheeks. She had only recently been beaten, and was still far from healed when he had taken her that night. Even now, remembering it all, his stomach churned at the thoughts of what could have possibly happened to her. The thoughts of her crying out for help, for mercy, caused a lump in his throat that he had to fight down so he could breathe. If that was being good to he didnt want to know what.