Her breathing becomes short and her cries grow louder. Zayne’s face is washed by a fresh torrent of her juices as she climaxes. Her ass lifts from t...e wooden edge as her toes try to dig into the bottom. Zayne slows the pace of his tongue to let her orgasm subside.“If training is like this all the time, then I’m down for it,” she sighs.Zayne stands wordlessly. Page visibly quivers, whether from the orgasm or the sight of his god-like body, he can’t guess. It doesn’t matter. He leans forward and. She picked him up and carried him to the bed. Tossing him on the mattress, she straddled his face. "Now lick me!" I'm still wet," he complained."So am I, don't you feel?" Oh yeah." Do your husbandly duties and eat me."That's exactly what Andy did. He held her ass in place but she bounced anyway. His tongue did its work. Andy thought he tasted a peach flavor to her pussy. She started rolling her hips so he could lick her clit. She tossed her head back with her long silky mane falling down. “Did you see that the San Francisco quarterback was kneeling during the National Anthem again?” Tim asked.“Yeah, what about him?” I asked.“I was taught that you stand for your country and you kneel for God,” Tim offered.That sounded like an excellent idea for a t-shirt or a country song. I needed to write that down.“I think he has a point. Black people in this country are treated differently by the police. He has a right to protest racism,” Wolf shot back.“Before I tell you what I think, has. I forgot about his photographs and let it slip from my lap to the floor while I rubbed my palm against the tiny growth of beard that lined his chin. I bent his head towards mine and our lips came together in a kiss. He tasted so good. After all these months, he still tasted deliciously good. He rested me on the sofa, his lips still glued to mine while his hands explored my tits and felt up my thigh. I moaned when his hand pushed past my thong panties and his finger began probing my wetness. I.