Daddy nods, caressing his swelling cock. "Oh, yes," he hoarsely replies,"Kitten. Daddy wants it in his mouth!" Slowly, Kitten approaches him. He opens...his mouth wide, accepting her cock. She grips his head, as he has done countless times to her in the past, and glides inside, gyrating her hips. Daddy accepts all of the dildo's girth, choking but, quickly, regroups. He caresses the shaft, controlling his gag reflex for a short stint, as he deep-throats the thick, toy cock. Kitten caresses. The door bell rang. I knew they weren't coming over to paint or fix my car. These tall black men came to my house to suck my tits and to feel up on me. I let them in. Immediately one push me against the wall and pull up my top over my tits and began sucking on them. I couldn't stand up any more I needed to sit down or lay down so I can be devoured. They both was sucking my tits. I started shaking my lower lip hung. I licked my lips. They both pulled their cocks out. I usually don't. Just reached for her soft hand and led her back between clusters of botox smiles to the dark wood dance floor, heart thudding in counterpoint to the hired orchestra. We were hardly Strictly Come Dancing, but did what we could: one hand on each other's shoulder, fingers of the others entwined alongside our bodies at head height. Step, step, turn, step, each movement drawing her delicate perfume to me, forming complex associations in my limbic system, the most prominent being desire. She was. I took my own time, letting her shriek, scream, moan and shout my name as I dug my lips more and more into her pussy. And before she was about to orgasm, I pulled back. She looked pale and white as she looked into my eyes. I teased her by going close to her pussy and kissing and chewing the clitoris for some time before pulling back. She was getting frustrated with her looks and was pleading to let me go for it. It was getting late already, the clock was around 10:30 by now, and the rain was.