I lick in between her tits, barely any cleavage between such small mounds. Her taste is incredible. Only a hint of saltiness, she barely seems to swea..., so pure. And that smell. Fruity, feminine, mango. I lean back a bit and grab at her shirt again. Ripped open down the center but still covering her arms. I lift the shirt, sliding it up her body, up and over her arms and head, leaving it bunched up around her elbows, out of the way. So much more of her beautiful dark skin exposed. I ravage her. “Yes, Grace. Dessert means sex.” Chapter Fifty-SixThe dessert was wonderful, as were the massages and more dessert the next day. As the days went on, Grace and Mac fell into a lovely routine. She attended all of his meetings and started helping with documents and transition paperwork. They enjoyed dinners together and had lots of desserts afterward. Partway into the second week in Munich, Max Becker, head of the German firm being acquired, invited Mac and Grace to his home for a casual. “Should we move this to the bedroom?” He asks as he starts to pull down the zipper of my pants. “No.” I say. “Just take me here.” My hand wanders behind me, to the bulge in Logan’s pants, but he swats my hand away. “This isn’t about me, it’s about you. I want to make you feel better.” He says and I don’t object. Quite honestly, I could really use this. Having finally gotten rid of my pants off I expect him to slip a hand into my panties, but instead he starts working my shirt over my head. Now. Lila hesitatingly pulled down the zipper of his jeans and undid the button. She gasped quietly when she noticed the size of his monster cock. It was seven inches long, longer than her small face, and almost as thick as her wrist. “I-I didn’t know teen cocks could get this big.”“They can if you’re black” Andre chuckled.The black boy looked down at the tiny blonde as she stroked his dark cock next to her cute pale cheeks. The difference in color and size was astounding to him. Here was a petite.