As she watched she was shocked then pleased to see herself taking him into her mouth, much as she had done earlier that very morning. She wondered by ...what trick of magic could this all be being displayed on the screen. What Clarissa didn’t realize was that every other woman in the church was seeing not her in that garden but themselves making love to the black man’s cock and that the black man wasn’t Igoro but in fact the first black lover who had given her his special blessing or, if they. My little sister licked her lips. She stared at me like I was so cool.I winked at her and then pulled our daddy's cock out of his fly. I grabbed him and stroked him. I pumped my hand up and down his cock, loving the feel of him. Then I pulled him right to my mouth. His dick throbbed in my hand, just needing to be in my mouth. He had to be sucked off by me.I opened my lips wide and engulfed his cock. I slid my mouth over his shaft. He groaned as my lips slid over that wonderful crown of his. My. "I thought you just might," Sylvia said softly. "Are you sure I can't talk you into that drink?" I'm sure," Meghan said. "But maybe you'd like to come over for dinner some night?"Sylvia's eyes lit up. "To your place?" Yes," Meghan said. "My husband likes your column—he's into that whole football and baseball thing—and he makes an absolutely wonderful vegetable lasagna."Sylvia's expression soured. "Your ... your husband?" Yes," Meghan said. "He's the one who knows how to make the lasagna. He'd. "Yes, daddy. I'll be a good slut. I'll be your whore, anything you need," you whisper."You'll be my own personal whore," I murmur into your ear, and your body thrills with the words as you realize the depth of what it means.You cum instantly as my cock pounds deep into your cunt, welcoming it by tightening your cunt around me. My thrusts are no gentler; they are only more brutal, more savage, getting deeper into your steaming pussy. Again and again, you scream for me as your body is wracked by.