She had changed again and was wearing my green poet shirt. It hung to the middle of her thigh and off one shoulder. Her breasts hung loose, so she had...lost at least her bra along the way. She had a small cosmetic bag in her hand.“Wine? I do.”I pulled out a cold bottle and poured it into our glasses.“Got any porn?” she asked after we toasted and kissed.“You know I do.”“Good. Something not artsy. And lose the shirt.”She picked up the bottle and walked into the living room and made herself at home. He wasn't complaining though. Tit fucking was his new thing apparently, and he liked doing it a lot. Mostly because he could shoot all over my pretty face. He'd always been into that.I just lay there, sucking and kissing and licking the swollen dark head as it worked back and forth. His big black dick was hot and heavy, contrasting nicely against my soft white skin as it moved between my tits. I kept my fingers over it, trapping him there, and a little stream of precum ran down my body, between. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was at one of those celebrations, waiting to take a turn on her gaping asshole. I was standing perhaps a few feet from the barrel over which her sweaty naked body was draped. The one in front of me was using his belt on her ass, decidedly unhappy with her performance, his scarlet cock dangling between his legs, still dripping a mixture of his cum and whatever he had stirred up inside her asshole while he sodomized her. I was debating on moving to her head so. ” She giggled as per her love’s saying.Hagga reached down to the hairy bushes to her lovely cave and told her the Yülf is going to lick her cave and there is going to be a fire in it.She was tempted for the offer and gave him the sign to go on. He then kissed her hole and started to lick her like a Yülf. As he was vigorously licking her his breath grew louder along with her moans and her heaving breathing.Then without hesitation, she let out the core of fire out of her body by making him drink.