. Not to wear any panties" she said and gently removed my hand. Then she asked with a sudden mischievous smile "but to whom should i tell not to wear...panties. Kalpana or komal didi?" while speaking, with a finger she also traced deep outline of panty over her crotch. I pinned her against the door frame and said as i gave her good minute of dry humps "tell it to both of them" "let me go or mom will shout" she said struggling and finally managed to slip through my intentionally loose grip. As. " I fumbled in my pocket and pulled out the money and attempted to give it to him."Damn, bitch, you feel you need to pay Black Daddy for the privilege of sucking his dick! You really don't, but I'll take it if it makes you feel better." He grabbed the money out of my hand and tossed it on the sofa."Well, no, I was hoping I could give you some money and you'd let me, um, you know off the hook so to speak." I pleaded."Aw, come on now you're just getting started, don't you trust Black Daddy? I. Plus, it was in the living room, with the screen facing anyone who walked in. If I wanted to look at big-busted babes making some tattooed guy happy, I was out of luck.But my aunt's and uncle's computer was right here, with, I hoped, no controls. And I had free access.Maybe it was only a shell. I thought. Maybe it didn't work. I turned it on. It worked. I tried the Internet. On! A search engine for, let's see, "nylon babes." Looked like 10,334,575 choices, but would I have access? Double click. ”“Yes!” I moaned, my body shuddering in her embrace.My pussy drank in the friction of her thrusting futa-dick while my girl-cock savored the tight, buffing massage of Wendy’s pussy. Her cum-filled twat squeezed about my shaft plunging over and over into her sloppy depths. She polished my dick, cleaning off my cutie’s asshole.Her face twisted in rapture as she leaned back on her desk. Her pussy squeezed around my shaft, sending bliss shooting down my girl-cock to my aching balls. My twat drank.