.. Nope, not even going to get anywhere near those. They don't exist, and that's the end of that.As you slowly walk around the room, you think back to...just a few short weeks ago, when an e-mail caught your eye. Honestly, on any other day you probably would have simply deleted it as spam. An all-expenses paid blah blah blah? Sure, yea, whatever. It didn't ask for any money though, didn't ask for any information, not even your name. It did want him to read through some really long drawn-out. As I leaned over to him, his scent of musk mixed with the scent of the campfire smoke was enticing me to take him in my mouth. I could feel his dick throbbing in my hand – the soft, yet hardness almost hot to the touch begged me to succumb to its desire. I could see a smattering a wetness coming from his piss slit, and as I touched it with my index finger, I smeared it around the huge mushroom head, which caused Zack to moan out “suck it damnit, just suck it.” Finally, I opened my mouth as. I could feel him driving deeper inside of me. I couldn't help but moan. The pain was slowly fading and he was slowly starting to go back and forth with his cock. He kept going and after a little bit I asked him"How much have I taken?" You taking almost whole thang baby!"It made me feel strangely proud to be taking that much.There I was, my ass up in the Air taking black cock in my ass. It was magical. I could see why so many girls loved taking black cock. The full feeling. My ass getting. I returned it to him and devoted both my hands to the soggy sock, pumping it hard and tight until I filled it with cum chunks. I collapsed, one hand holding me up while the other held the sock and cum in place, totally spent and in a good place. He helped me pull the sock off safely and handed me back the blunt while I put away my cock. I took another heavy hit while he whipped out his dick again. I knew he couldn’t refuse it either and he needed to feel all that slippery cum on his tool. He.