He found a profile that was surely too good to be true. There was an incredible black woman that suggested very subtly that she was capable of fucking...any man she wanted senseless and leave him begging for more. He decided the best route to take with her would be to send her a polite but discrete message saying, Hi, I saw your profile and I thought it was quite interesting, I see that we are in the same town and I was wondering if youd like to chat. There was no response for at least a minute. She laughs again. Yes. I cleaned it out before I went to the bar. Just in case. I am pleased, although again I wonder who exactly picked who up. Its my turn. She washes me now, circling my breasts, then rubbing my pussy with the washcloth until I am squirming with pleasure. She sees the bruises on my breasts and the welts on my ass. She touches them gently with her fingers and then with her lips. I sigh with pleasure. Did he do this? she asks. Yes I answer. Did you enjoy it? Yes I breathe. She. She screamed delightfully loud. Then louder when I broke through her cherry. After a while I got her pussy full to the limit. Tears streamed down her face, she was in pain, but she looked at me and said, "Fuck me!" Well of course I was, but it proved she was being brave and trying to endure. Eventually she did reach the point where some pleasure started to mix with the pain. Which meant it was time for the next step.When she felt the tentacle at her asshole her face changed to a look of shear. Sandra was in awe of Cindy, her breasts were wonderful, subtle but they were firm and had nipples that Sandra herself wanted to lick. It must be the wine Sandra thought, she had never wanted another woman before but damn she was getting moist. Cindy pulled Sandra closer using her butt, then caressed her butt while gently applying pressure so that their clits could touch without being obvious. Their breathing was quickening as they kept swaying to the music. Sandra started caressing Cindy’s.