As I plunged into again she would thrust her hips to meet me. Perfectly lubricated, perfectly connected, we fucked like this in perfect unison for sev...ral more minutes. Then she began thrusting while at the same time bearing her pussy muscles down upon me as I pumped. I was fantastic! I could feel her trying to work loose my spunk. She lay there watching my expression with a mischievous smile, “can you feel that?” She knew I could. “Think you can pump me full of your cum again?” she asked. Nikita's twinkle in her eyes betray her sexual curiousness for what I might mean with 'my horse'. Fast forward a few years. Nikita still has no hubby, the same hobby, only not her own mare to ride.We casually chat for a minute as she sells me a few packs of my brand of shag and rolling papers.I invite her to use my horse, if she still likes to ride once in a while. Meet me in my studio!The shine in her eyes gives away she also thinks back at our first and only very erotic encounter.I pretend to. He was ready to fuck her and guided his monster black cock to the entrance of her wet pussy. Even though she was wet and slick with her copious lubrication, as he began pushing it up between her stretched pussy lips it was still somewhat difficult for him to get inside her…He pushed harder and was able to get just the huge black tip into her wet cunt, making her scream in pain. But then slowly, ever so slowly, the throbbing black stem began to find its way sliding up into her very tight. We went back to our table and there was another drink there for me that we didn't order. I took it and scanned the bar to see where it came from and a tall black man nodded to me and I smiled back. I told Marc and he acknowledged him as well. The music got going again and he walked to our table and asked Marc if I could dance with him if I wanted.I said Ok and Marc said no problem. I got up and we danced and he Dave started telling me I looked really hot. I was wearing a skirt with black hose.