Her glaring dark green eyes stare off down the hall towards the kitchen where the only other light in the house is on. Slowly, she starts to peel away... her clothing from her saturated skin, first the low-cut v-neck blouse, then the black mini-skirt, and stops there with a seductive grin eclipsing those lush lips. She model walks up the hall along the persian rug in only her spike high-heels and lacy underwear and strikes a sensual pose in the doorway. Anticipation fills her up and causes her. It helps me feel confident and, I must admit, a little bit naughty. A part of me wants him to catch me. I love how his voice gets deeper and his eyes smolder when he wants me. I want to see that in his eyes and most of all, I want him to fuck me with the pent-up need of a man who is driven crazy by a woman. He leads me to his motorcycle and I bend over to place my small overnight bag in the side compartment. I let my ass brush against his thigh and his hands automatically grip my hips, pushing. Gazing at his semi hard 8 inch large black cock reach out her hand and she began stroking his cock without him saying to do so. He looked at me while she jerked him. "Listen faggot. I don't want to hear a word out of you. Don't you move or nothing."My wife continued to stroke him as his black cock grew to it's full length of 10 inch's. He grabbed the back of her head, pulled up her hair and pulled her to him. You know what do now and she opened her month and started to suck him."Thas a good. I didn’t party a lot but I liked drinking. I spread my legs and bent over, looking straight ahead which curved my back presenting my bottom. My breasts were swinging, being naked made her body burn with humiliation. I knew I had a big butt, it was firm and round, and I knew it made guys go crazy. I knew I was beautiful, and I loved showing my bottom off wiggling it. I felt my mother tap the belt on my bottom and knew I wouldn’d be happily showing my butt off for a painful few days. I felt the.