He only lasted a few more minutes and pressed the head of his cock against my cervix as I felt his cock flex and pulse inside me. I actually felt his ...orceful sprays of cum shooting against my womb as he gasped and groaned.He said, “Oh shit, Abi, if you are the least bit fertile today then Big Jim will be giving you his baby. I haven’t cum this hard in years, and I’m flooding your sweet cunt with my baby batter!”He stayed on me slowly stroking his softening cock in me, and even soft it filled. Wanting a black man to come in, bend me over, and have his way with me for as long as he desires. Those feelings escalated to the point where I convinced myself I need it, or I will slowly fall into a nothingless pit of emotion, and dread. That is why we find ourselves in our current situation. Me trying attempting to pull a black man over in his car, bribe him, telling him I'm willing to pay him the three thousand dollars I have stuffed into my front left pocket, to fuck me and make me his. Some time later I am awakened by Sandy’s movements. At first, it seem she is snuggling with me – then I realize it’s something else. She’s pressed firmly within my embrace, her subtle motions keeping rhythm. I quietly turn my head and look at her through half-closed eyes. Her eyes are closed, but she isn’t asl**p – her breathing is shallow and steady and her mouth is open. I carefully turn my head further and notice her hand is between her thighs and the rhythmic pulse is Sandy reacting as she. She smiled when she saw me that night; she always had a smile for me, not to mention a worthy snack. Without being told, she tilted her head to the shide and brushed her golden hair out of the way. I bit hard (she liked it rough) and she moaned, pressing against me as the blood ran down her neck and onto her breast. I flicked my tongue over the wound, travelling down, tracing my tongue over the blood, until finally halting at her breast. I could feel her quiver above me as I got down on one.