She had a tight red corset on which her black tits were bursting out of. She had long dark hair and definitely what I would say is a black milf. We sa... and talked for about 15 mins when she said why don't we get out of the car, she didn't have to ask me twice. As we walked in front of the car she pushed me onto the bonnet, holding me down by the back of my head, she whispered in my ear don't move.... Then she started to grope my bulge, slowly unzipping my pants sliding them down till they were. We were a bunch of horny teenagers… What else can I say?One evening, an unfortunate circumstance would lead to a life-changing episode, when the buddy I attended a party with was tragically killed in a motor accident after we returned from a party. John, my buddy, lost control of the vehicle on a dicey gravel road and overturned his truck. Fortuitously, I survived unscathed.As a result of the incident, I was subpoenaed to attend the inquest court hearing a few weeks later, after the post-mortem. . me. Oh, sweet Deia, just like that!” Her words turned to babbled moans of pleasure as Yren slowly seated his hard staff inside of her, a small fraction of an inch at a time. “I love the way it feels when you stretch me, your hard cock moving so slowly into my body. I swear I can feel every indentation in the skin of your prick, every throbbing vein. Slowly, oh so slowly, until I can feel the very head of your cock softly knocking on the door to my womb.” She lifted her head up, her tongue. ”The drive was short, just one of the benefits of Moriarty’s that wasn’t really far from anywhere in the city. Another was that despite once being the shadiest bar in town it now probably cast blue shadows with how many cops frequented it. It was even owned by a former cop, Moriarty who had worked his ass off in Patrol for more years than most did on the force before he had been forced to retire like so many good people.Luckily the good people left had made the upper level their own and it was.