She was the type to wear ripped jeans and a random t-shirt, or a tank top and shorts- granted, rather short jean shorts to display her legs, arguably ...er greatest assets, but never anything that was deemed slutty, though her current outfit certainly took the cake. ‘It’s a dress. What does it look like?’ she retorted in a plain tone, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. ‘Yeah, but… damn, you just go around dressed like that? I swear, I’ve never seen you wear anything like that. What were you. Almost too easy, but sometimes there was nothing quite like a rough and fast quickie. I slid her ass all the way on the table so she could compose herself comfortably. I didn’t want to zip and go like some inconsiderate prick. I wove my fingers through her dark curly hair, and said. ‘That was a pretty amazing time. Are you OK?’ She slid off the table, kicked off her shoes, andsaid, ‘Yeah, I’m good. More than good.’ She walked away to pick up and shirt and threw it on. She must have sensed just. “Yeah, bitch, I knew you were a good whore for my monster black cock”. I heard the black man behind me whispering into my ear. His hard cock was pushing now between my ass cheeks.“Wait here, Hamid”. He told his friend, pushing me forward to the bathroom. He shut the door behind us and made me bend over the sink. He ripped off my black thong and pushed my head against the mirror, grabbing my hair between his hands. Then I felt his monster black cock deep inside my vagina in just one thrust. It. They were round and not quite the size of an orange cut in half. Her little nipples were hard, light pink, and the same color as her areolas. I reached out and ran my fingers around the base of each little hill, and then I ran my thumb over her nipples. She enjoyed the feeling and asked me to do that as often as I could throughout the day if I couldn’t fuck her. She also asked me to finger her pussy as often as I could get away with it.Then we both got dressed. I watched as she just slipped a.
Read MoreRelated Videos
