A very hung one black guy, if Ana wanted to be double teamed…I looked at Ana, who was listening the talk and she nodded her head a yes.So Deshawn sa...id they would come later...I went back outside and I leaned on my sensual babe, running a finger up and down between her pussy lips, pushing the Spandex even deeper.She was wet. I asked her what she would wear to receive these guys and Anita said she wanted Deshawn to feel her wetness through the leggings.I took her by the hips and ran my tongue up. I remove my fingers and my face is right up against your pussy. You grind your pussy against me literally fucking my face. Im covered in your sweet pussy juice. “ oh my god, oh my god” you moan. Eventually your orgasms subside and you release my head from you. I move up your body and kiss you passionately , My tongue explores your mouth and you taste yourself on me.Your breathing is starting to return to normal, we are lying together just having a cuddle facing each other. Our hands start to. He locked the door behind him and slapped my face. I fell to the ground. He told me to stand up. He slapped me again. I looked up at him, there was a significant bulge in his pants. He told me to stand up. He raised his hand to slap me again, I cringed but he stopped. He unzipped his pants and his long cock slid out. He didn't have any underwear on. He dropped his pants, he took off his shirt and stood there as I gazed at his curved hardened cock. It bounced as he breathed. He told me to get. And from the look on dad’s face, him too…He just stayed inside of me, falling into my arms all spent and sweaty… I wasn’t any different and we just lay there in each other’s arms, intertwined through the oneness of love… we kissed each other sensually… dad, no sanjay… for that’s what we settled on calling each other from that moment on for our weekend of passion and desire… looked into my eyes and professed his love… not for me his daughter, but for me… his lover… in that moment of passion, it.