Dark-skinned and seemingly African in appearance but Tegan was socially aware enough not to presume he hailed from that continent. His head was shaved...and it suited him well. Tegan glanced sideways at Angus.“MacGyver? I thought your last name was-““A joke, lass. Ah tried tae fix a car with improvised materials and it failed spectacularly. Tyrone here never let me live it down.”“And my name isn’t Tyrone neither,” the man added “No story behind that one. He just calls me that because I’m black. Your smile in afterglow is so pretty and fetching, I am tempted to just relax and soak it in. But I have work yet to do. Rolling you over, still inside of you, I am ready. As much as I want to ride you good and slow I am far too worked up by your sexy display. Drawing out of you as much as I can, I will roll my hips and grind against the walls of you soaking cunt as I fuck back into you. I am only barely in control as my cock begins to move in you faster. Wrap your legs around me and fuck your. "The bedroom!" He turned and grinned at us. The carpet was red like wine, and the walls were off white and kind of yellow, like champagne or something, except it was hard to tell exactly since the light bulb was red, you know?There was a big old brass bed with red satin sheets and the pillows were red too, with white lace trim around them. They matched the window curtains, which were red with white lace trim as well. Little red table lamps glowed on the nightstands and there was even a mirror. Her breasts were not huge, but were full and round. A full tuft grew between her legs. Her waist-length hair was blue-black, her eyes so dark brown they looked black, as well.“Braids, Morgan. Can we do braids?” Maybe it was a cliché, but ... well, her hair was hiding a couple of her best features.“I have a couple of ties in my bag. Can you help?” She had joined fully into the role of a model and moved as comfortably around the room naked as she had fully clothed. She produced a comb and hair.