I knew my short flounced skirt was flying up,showing a roomful of horny black men that I wasn’twearing panties. My partners grabbed my tits and Igra...bed their crotches. I didn’t need there huge blackhands on my naked white butt cheeks to make me grind mypussy against their erections. Someone, I think his name was Derrek, was dancing withme, whispering in my ear that I was a horny white slutthat needed to be Blackbred, when a much bigger manjerked me away from him. “This white bitch is mine,”. " I taunted, "Half catwalk model and half athlete, yes I definitely look like that." Georgie, look you've always been beautiful to me, but really, when you look at it, in cold light of day, you really are beautiful you know." he said kindly, "Which doesn't actually help me find another girl for the team." You wouldn't consider me seriously then?" I asked."Oh lord no!" he laughed, "What would your grandmother think!" Twenty four thousand pounds?" I suggested."No! definitely not." he said, "Do. Just as we separated from kissing my dick got erect and she saw it and I asked her Accha laga and she replied Bahut accha tha. She asked me Kya mein woh choo ke dekh sakti hoon to which I replied thik hain and just as I said that she came down on the floor took my shorts off and as I was not wearing any undies my shaft came out instantly and she gave out a gasp, Itna bada lund hain aapke pass and before I could even reply she started sucking it, she kept going on up and down and she even was. Maybe I’ve had too much to drink. Yes? We have? Well, I don’t give a damn. And neither should you. You coil tightly around my body, press me hard into you. But you do it like a dance, like water. And you seem to coat every bit of me. With your flesh and with your hands. You’re drenching me and drowning me so I gasp for breath. How quickly your hands have moved, like spiders. Coated in webs of passion, I’m now burning alive. In my soul and in my mind. Like we were made into a cocktail, shaken.