She caresses my asshole with the tip of the toy, then slowly pushes it all the way in. Damn, she's good.I can't take it anymore."Oh yeah! Just like th...t, you're gonna make me fucking cum! Oh, fucking hell!"It hits me like a truck. I scream like a bitch, and my face is covered with the tears of pleasure. She stops moving the vibrator, while it's still deep inside me. Her tongue, however, keeps moving, making the pleasure last much longer.She gives me a really powerful orgasm. I'm lying on the. His cock flexed inside me, and I gave little grunts of satisfaction, as more of his cum filled me. Only the difference was I wanted him to spill every drop of it inside me. I was startled to realize I wanted to have his baby. In fact, only his baby. I became his black-owned cock-slave in that moment. We kissed, long and lewdly, as I shared my affection for him, and he showed me his. His touch was no longer rough, hard, and painful. But his finger pads were tender, and loving. I may not have. I was really enjoying sex with Daphne. She was incredibly giving and she did most of the work. She pumped my cock with her mouth, pussy and asshole without stopping in between to clean it. She was creamy and salty at the same time and her asshole tasted like Kraft Single’s. I know that sounds weird but when I licked her asshole it distinctly tasted like a slice of Kraft Cheese.Daphne would have probably thought I was weird for saying that. I wondered if my cousin would have laughed. I wondered. The events from last night kept playing over and over in her head, and she could only imagine what story the pictures Sarahs camera told. As she walked into the house, her husband Jack was sitting at the kitchen table reading the Sunday paper, sipping on a cup of coffee. She felt it was best to avoid any close contact with Jack until she showered off the smell of pussy she knew she reeked of. Brushing past him, she patted him on the shoulder and said, Let me give you a proper hello after I get.