Thale looked it over and whistled slowly – and then yelped as a lithe, feminine body crawled past him. Hair-tendrils shoved him almost to the floor ...nd when he stood, he got a facefull of Quah’s ass. She had gotten to the command chair and was bent over the armrest, so she could smoosh her face up against the articulated connection between the floor and the acceleration tank.“By Christ’s titties, blood and scars, that’s incredible!” she said, wiggling her rump from side to side. Thale looked. She was surprised at her own wetness... knowing that it most assuredly was not the foggy air that saturated the crotch of her panties. She felt him cut the waistband of the g-string, allowing it to fall off and exposing her hidden treasure to him. A thick thumb worked it's way slowly inside her... causing her to emit a low, deep moan... a guttural sound, something primal... a sound women have been making for eons. Her "master" chucked softly, removing his thumb and patting her softly on the. ”“Just keep going I’ll clean it up, like I did before.” Amy’s pace suddenly went to full speed. I couldn’t even make out her hand anymore it was a total blur. “Stand up, quickly.” She ordered. “Remember yesterday, you shot and got some cum on my leg? Well, it felt all warm and I liked that a lot. It’s something I thought about last night when I did this too. Can you do that, cum on me?” I nodded and stood. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock only inches from her wet pussy.“I’ll tell. His shirtless black skin sun as sweat began to cover him. He couldn't be more than 19, the body of a natural athlete. A moistness appeared between her legs as she envisioned the awesome member confined in his short red trunks. Lisa reached under her skirt and into her panties, slowing rubbing her clit. Sighing softly as she imaged that hard black cock buried inside her. After a few minutes she let out a final gasp. Even though her husband would kill her for even dreaming of a black man, she had.