I pull a pillow from the bed and cram it under your hips, raising that perfect ass just enough. I get back on top of you, my knees outside your thighs... I grab my cock and put it back inside your pussy and fuck you from behind, slowly. I lean forward and start whispering in your ear. Telling you how David had told me about you. How he was turned on when I sent him pictures of the bondage I had done, and how he’s wanted me to come take you. Despite us finding each other and the whole time we have. As J lowered her hips back to the bed and her breathing slowed she started to squirm under the pressure from my thumb on her now large and sensitive clit. She used her hand to pull to pull my buried fingers out of her now dripping wet vagina. There was a sucking noise heard as my hand reluctantly left its warm confines. J was still laying on her back with her legs spread wide, her feet flat on the bed. I rolled to my left and put myself between those splayed legs preparing to penetrate her with. Henry tilted his head, staring at her ass as she walked off. He smiled seeing her sexy strut. Her round apple ass popping up and down as she walked.Her waist was smaller then her ass. He loved to stare at her full, carmel colored lips. Her alluring hazel eyes that drew ones attention wildly.Atoms fired from the black hole. Faster then the speed of light could ever hope to reach. The trillions upon trillions of the smallest atoms started recombining and reconstructing into a large blob. The. Happily I greeted Salwa and Rabia, and introduced them to my boo, Steve. They looked him up and down and I swear, disapproval rolled off them in waves. For they could tell that Steve wasn’t Somali. The dude had Haitian written all over him. Clad in a red silk shirt, burgundy tie, dark blue silk pants and Timberland boots, Steve had just come back from an interview with a call center. My man was looking real good to me, but obviously Salwa and Rabia didn’t approve. If Steve picked up on Salwa.