” “Make us cum.” Was the echo from three sweet mouthes. “Okay.” I was fully awake and gave orders. “Sephira, you lay down on the floor on ...our back. Ephira, go on top of her and do a 69.” “69?” Sephira was already on her back and waited with spread legs. “Look! I show you.” And I went over Sephira. The scent of her pussy was amazing. If my cock would not have been hard as steel already, it would have become hard by then. I kissed her bald and tattooed pussy and saw that Ephira nodded in. Then she raised up, and aimed my dick at her pussy, and slowly started sinking down on it."You are the queen of brilliant ideas," I told her, provoking a giggle, "but after last night, you've got to be sore-especially since you were sore to begin with." Fuck that." She lowered a little, and the head popped in. "I'm not really sore. And this won't hurt because I'm running like a river." She wasn't exaggerating, I could feel the wetness dripping down on my dick and crotch. "Hey, you spend all. “What are you doing? you are like my sister” I say apprehensively, Keyshia walks toward me “you know we aren’t actually family” she says smiling, her hands rub against my bare chest down to my toned abs then to the waistband of my shorts, slowly she bends and pulls them over my hips and down my legs, my hard black prick points right at her. “um nice” she says “your bother would kill us” I say to her. “I wont tell” she responds with a smile on her face, she grabs me by my erect penis and pulls. Probably researched, too, from what he could sense of his boss’s fiancee, Allen realized. Samira was one smart cookie, and far from the traditional hijabi that many Western folks expected from the Middle East. For one thing, no hijabi was likely to shack up with her beau before marriage, let alone swing with him and other partners or attend a bash lubricated by so much alcohol. For another, there was no way that a hijabi would wear a toga like that in front of strangers or even friends.Once.