I looked up at her quickly as I tried in vain to get my zipper undone before there was a mess on the tiled floor. We both knew I rarely wore pants tha... zipped and buttoned - leggings were much less hassle in general and far more comfortable.“Oh, my god,” I murmured, biting my lip. “I have to go so bad but I can't get this dumb zipper undone.”Jane smirked, settling herself on the toilet just as I finally managed to get my pants down, exposing my black panties and soft thighs. She held out her. I must admit - I really liked what I saw, he really seemed beautiful to me, and he seemed satisfied, understanding that I found him attractive.“I like you so much, you know that?” I asked playfully. “Really, in my eyes you are very, very attractive. And if I say so, I mean it.”While speaking these words, I slowly approached the monster and dared to touch his face, then my hand slid down his neck to the shoulder. Our faces were a few centimeters from each other, when I felt one his hand behind. I knew a perfect hiding place would be inside a cupboard located between the kitchen and the living room.I heard the black man car doors slamming and both came into the living room. He told her to dance and strip for him. She turned the stereo on to a slow music and began moving her hips as she dropped her pants to the floor. She turned her back to him and pulled her panties down, bending at the waist, completely exposing her sweet pussy and ass. Then she took off her shirt, revealing her. "Get on your knees you pantie slut." he says, "I've got something better than that dildo for you." I can't believe this is happening. I have been dressing in sexy lingerie for years and, while I have been with other guys, I have only fantasized about being with man that takes complete charge and treats me like a slut. I never thought it would really happen. Now I'm kind of scared. But I'm also a little drunk and very horny and I find myself dropping to my knees in front of him. I feel my.