I removed her bra and started to lick and nibble on her nipples. While doing that I was lightly touching her belly, sides, face, trying my best to mak... her feel good. I would also often ask her if she wanted me to keep going, again I wanted to put no pressure on her. I got to her pants and slowly removed them and then got to her undies. At this point in our relationship I had not seen her pussy but had fingered her while she was wearing undies/pants. I slowly removed her panties and kissed. I arched my back, accepting as much of his huge dick as I could. Like a huge pump, I felt his black cock unload wave after wave of cum deeply into my bowels; until he finally laid still between my spread thighs. The feeling of his burning semen into my anus and his fingers rubbing my clit triggered my passion and I suddenly felt a shattering orgasm running through my body. I screamed loud into his ear, calling him a bastard, a fucking bastard that had fucked my ass so good and hard…I stayed. So why is it that the lust and fantasies seem to spill over the most when I know I can't have you?I've always been an independent girl. I like being in relationships. Sure, I enjoy the security, but I don't need it. But right now, I need you. Only you.I'm getting restless, so I stretch out on our couch and try to find something on TV to occupy my mind. How long have you been away now? Twenty-four, maybe thirty-six hours? Is that all?Nothing new on Netflix, not in the mood to binge a Hulu. A little later I called her name but she did not answer I caught her hand and shacked her but she didn’t opened her eyes. I put my hand on her chest her heartbeat was normal but she was unconscious. I removed her pallu and I was knocked out seeing her uncovered boobs clad in blouse. The cleavage formed in her boobs her driving me crazy but I controlled myself and just pressed her boobs once. I threw some water on her face and she opened her eyes. She said she was sleeping and now she is feeling.