I suck on my wet hair,smelling the pineapples as though it were my lover's soaking wet pubic hair. I twirl my tongue around my hair as a deep quiet mo...n rises in my throat.My bent legs begin to shake,my shoulders press into the coffee table for support,my glass of water falls to the carpet.I languidly watch the water spread as my stomach tenses and my ass muscles tense.Bracing myself with my hand in my cunt,the orgasm comes.I try to keep tickling my asshole and can't with the convulsions. I sit. I somehow did want Cheryl despite her having a cock. I stood up and shed my clothing and took Cheryl in my arms. We stood there in my living room and were kissing each other passionately. Our cocks were rubbing against one another.To be honest, Cheryl's cock was average size but on the thin side and her balls looked small. my cock wasn't gigantic by any means, but I was very thick. I managed to get Cheryl over to my couch and I fell on top of her. Our cocks were having a sword fight now. Then. Thirty seconds later, Ted's buddy Fred enters the cab. He was another black guy about 55. By this time, Mark was standing over me with his cock buried in my throat while Ted had my legs at the inside of the knees pulling them back. This exposed my pussy to Fred as he could get a great view of Ted's large cock sliding in and out. He said " Damn, she is one hot bitch.'" I muffled a thank you. Mark said he was coming and to open wide. I prefer sucking to completion, but he wanted to stroke. Lauren holds her breath in when the stench of the man reaches her nostrils. "Sorry, little lady. We locking up to go on a break," DeShawn yawns. The walkie-talkie beeps, then the sound of static is heard along with some moaning noises, followed by a boyish yelp. Mark's voice can barely be heard through the walkie-talkie, but DeShawn hears him clearly and smiles. "What the hell! Oh gawd… Stop it. No." Lauren doesn't hear anything except static."But my boyfriend," she continues. The fat man.