Her measures: 90, 65, 85. Her flesh, muscles are firm and well shaped legs as resulting daily gym work. She’s also the owner of such gorgeous...breasts. A tiny waist that resembled a cute mouse with long neck. She has blue eyes, thin sensual lips, especially perceived when she sometimes bit them shily, or if a stranger hand sneaked under her skirt. She also is a natural blonde, that dress discretely, but… if she ever dressed up for me.. Hell, she really drives me mad! Despite. .. slowly... ... faded... ... into... ... dea... Toril stared in shock at the death of Aerick. He seemed smaller as the life left him, and his killer simply clasped her hands before her breast and sighed contently. Then she turned. There was a pleasant smile upon her face. She opened her robes to reveal two perfect breasts, pale and round, only marred by a small scar above her heart."An arrow for an arrow." She jovially spoke. She looked down. "He had the gall to mar my perfection, to try to. I began to notice her more as a woman - not sure why I hadn't already. The fear of when I was caught, probably. She was quite pretty, her hair in close-up was wavy more than curly, now I looked at it. I guessed her age to be mid 30s, maybe 10 years younger than me. She had a nice enough figure, quite wide hips, but slim-waisted - I guessed she didn't have c***dren, although she was wearing a wedding ring. She leaned in even closer now as she began to do my eye makeup, putting a hand on my. Just looking at these black dicks made Helena and I both dripping wet. My girlfriend got up and brought mixed drinks for everyone. We were having a great time talking and flirting. Soon enough the subject of sex came up. Finally these men told us they had never been with white women before; we had the advantage of having been fucked by huge black cocks, but both Helena and I lied telling them that we never, but never had imagined to be with a black man…Suddenly we noticed that all four black.