I then woke up got fresh and made sure the door is locked and then went to the kitchen and grabbed her boobs from behind and started pressing them she...said wait let me finish but I was in no mood to listen, I asked her to switch off the gas and come with me I took her to the room and asked her to remove clothes she was afraid as some one might come so did not remove clothes just lifted her blouse and she was not wearing bra and panty that day, I went mad and started sucking her boobs and bit. Not when we're trying not to be heard. I want it to be unrestrained and beautiful for both of us." You're a total romantic, aren't you?" she smiled at him.He nodded. "Incurable." Well, don't leave it too long otherwise I may rape you I want you so badly." I won't, I promise." Will you do me a favour?" Yes. What?" I want to see you naked." OK, provided you do the same."She stood up, seized him by the hand and pulled him out of bed."Off," she ordered pointing at his pyjama trousers. As he stepped. God would not punish him if helooked at them again, or even tried them on.The next evening the urge to unlock the closet and take out the lovely thingsbecame irresistible. This time he undressed first and put on his bathrobe.Taking a pair of panties he wondered what it would feel like if he slippedthem up his legs. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled them up, tuckinghis hardening cock inside and snuggling them up on his bottom. He stoodand opened his robe and looked at his reflection. He. Chantelle, short and black, with plump lips that I just want to nibble on, and curves to rival Daytona. I could have a great time with her, I love the idea of a bit of race play, messing with the idea of slavery, checking her teeth, taunting her about breeding her, putting a collar on her and whipping her butt. I imagine forcing her down between my legs, fingers gripping her corn rows as those plump lips tease my swollen clit. I force myself over the edge, moisture dripping from me and leaving.