Her pussy was tight, but nothing compared to her backdoor. I had to stop half way down because the pressure was getting to me. After a moment I thrust...the rest of the way down her rabbit hole. Once I was completely in she grabbed two handfuls of sheet pushed her head in a pillow and screamed as her first orgasm hit her hard. It had been some time since a young buck had invaded her favorite sex hole and just me putting my entire length in there was enough to send her over the edge.This just. I was on my way down to visit her and to partake of the Mardi Gras festivities. The hotels were too expensive this time a year, and they were all booked up, anyway. Lucky for me, Trina lived on the outskirts of the French Quarter. “What? What? You bout to come tru de phone, girl!” Trina drawled, her voice thick with her Cajan accent. Katrina DuBois was the most beautiful Creole woman. From her long, curly black hair to her silky milk chocolate skin, she was exotic to the core. Her dark brown. And as I drove the next length deep into Caz, I squirted my first shot up against her cervix.“Are you cumming already?” she asked as I pulled back before burying the next squirt deep into her.“Sorry, yes I am,” I groaned as I squirted again and again, until I shot my load.“Well, that didn’t last very long did it?” she bemoaned, “We might have been better with that brolly!”“I am so sorry! I am usually good at self-control, but it has been so long, once I started, I couldn’t stop! How. .. Seventeen then, how can a seventeen-year-old guy afford a place like this?” he finished.I shrugged my shoulders. “I’ve been pretty fortunate in the market, I guess.”He stared some more. “The stock market? You’re kidding me, right?”“Nope.”I could see that he was figuring I was bullshitting him, and I was not at all surprised when he laughingly asked, “So, got any good tips?”I was starting to get a little ticked at his attitude, so I decided to answer and then move the group back to the.