.. mmm ... ok ... just ... go slow, ok? I'm not really all that wet yet." I said, gripping his upper arms.To my amazement, he listened. Slowly, and ge...tly his dick started to move within me."Mmm ... thanks." I said, tracing light circles on his arms.It was totally different from the hurried sex of yesterday. It almost felt ... well, normal. Like how a normal couple would be, instead of being forced to be his girlfriend.Bryan took his time inside me, waiting until my pussy got wet enough for him. A spotless wooden floor, every booth had a table, maybe 9 feet in length and about 3 feet wide. Each booth has enough places for about 15 people or so. And there were about 4 booths so each party evening could only have about 60 or 70 people or so and most people coming in were small groups or couples, and sometimes a single person would walk in.But at some point the feeling was more a kind of nice place for potluck meetings and bingo but then without the kidsBipasha showed us to a booth and. Flagstaff... I've been a bad girl... And you need to punish me" she said looking into his eyes. Justin knew there was no fighting it anymore and gave into the lust. He reached up putting his hands on her hips. "If that's what you want" he rocked her hips as he lowered her a little.He felt the head squeeze into her and paused as she gasped letting go of the shaft. She let out a moan and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples hardened as. The big headed cock working her ass and vagina soon erupted onto her back and I went over to suck him limp. That big head took up all the room in my mouth and I just sucked the extra cum from his big black shaft. Mike came over to Melissa and whispered something into the hood that was soaked with cum and then removed it from her head. Melissa was disoriented like I was. As she began to see the 18 black men and their cocks her jaw dropped to the floor. She had always told me that she would never.