I got up slowly and took of my clothes. The room had got warm enough for us to be comfortable without clothes. Sujata pulled me into the bedroom. I ma...e her lie at the edge of the bed with her legs raised up, and sitting oon the carpet I started kissing her legs and thighs. I realised her cunt was smelly, and maybe my pre-cum would also be smelly so I suggested for us to have a bath together. Like a slave she agreed and we moved to the bathroom under a hot shower. I rubbed her full body with. ”“Who?” I asked.I heard a muffled question and answer.“Emmy Nelson.”I suppressed a sigh. She’d done what she’s said she was going to do; something I thought was ridiculously dangerous. It also was likely to end badly if she had shown up expecting to fool around.“OK. I’ll come down and sign her in,” I said.I hung up the phone.“Who?” Melody asked.“Emmy. The girl from back home with the racist dad. She told me she was going to sneak away to see me, and I guess she actually did.”“What are you. You and hung black guy and him to come in you for me to lick and clean you afterwards,it my fantasy i said i knew had only been with 2 guys one being me and her first guys was a old boyfriend who she only had sex with a could of times the biggest cock she had taken was mine 7 inches and it wasnt easy for her at first to take.clare clicked on enough flim the black guy was at least 10 inches and thick so a guy like him you want me to fuck for you right? she asked, yes i said where you finding. Her mouth opened but no sound came out, her eyes looking shocked in a way he wished every woman he'd fucked had had. With his hands still firmly on her rear he simply ground himself into her, his coarse hair rasping at her lips, her clitoris, every part of her most sacred of places. He collapsed onto her, pressing her nipples, peaked and almost sharp, into his chest, feeling every breath she took as she gasped for air under his onslaught. He felt powerful there, atop her frail form, his.