“Any time now,” you suggested. Now, more of a question than anything else. I slowly released my hold as I ordered you to turn around.You looked do...n at me, grabbing onto and gently holding the swollen cock pointing directly at your belly. “What are you wanting?” as your eyes glanced at mine. I knelt down in front of you. You had not expected that. My hands grasping your ass as I leaned forward into you. I loved tracing my tongue over and around the contours of your thighs and hips…briefly. As we walked into the house Amy's blouse snagged on the front door handle, the buttons tore off and Amy's ample cleavage spilt out. Amy did her best to cover her breasts with her hands, but being drunk did a rather poor job leaving little to my imagination. Amy burst into laughter and slid to the floor at which point her skirt rode up revealing her white knickers. At this point Amy gave up trying to cover her breasts and apologised. "What for?" I replied. At this point the mood changed. Because of his tongue, fingers and the saliva there is no resistance. Without warning he goes balls deep. I give an encouraging deep moan. Stephon pulls out of me to force his big black cock back in again. Then the real pounding begins. Powerful and with long strokes. Then short and soft. We soon have found the right cadence. I press over his black penis and take over the rhythm for a short while. Then he grasps me tightly by my hips. Stephon takes over again. After about fifteen minutes, his. At first, my cheeks involuntarily clench tightly closed, but gradually, I let the tension ebb out of the muscles, and the jet of water is able to play right onto and even into my ass. Doing this is wonderfully kinky, fitting right in with the randy horsiness that I am still feeling strongly.Now I let my fingers inch there way up into my cunt, where I languorously play around in the wet folds. I am enjoying all of this for myself, but I especially am trying to bring you and your cock back to.