Take it all. Fuck my black dick good you horny little white slut!” And no matter how many times she got off, which was plenty, Barry wouldn’t stop.... He just kept ramming it to her until I actually thought she might pass out. But she didn’t. All she did was scream aloud when Barry started cumming inside her, so loud others at the rest stop looked toward our car. But she didn’t care, nor did I. Barry’s spurting cock was taking her to another level and she clung to him like a whore in heat, lifting. I had often got a hard-on and pulled myself off, imaging what they might look like and how it would feel to get hold of them. And now here was my chance!Her t-shirt was not tucked in, so I slipped my right hand around her front and up under it, sliding it up to grope her right boob. As I did, I started to slowly hump her from behind, sliding my erection up and down between her buttocks. I was in ecstasy!“Seems like somebody is getting frisky!” she remarked, but she did not try to stop what I. He was appointed my local guardian. The household of my uncle comprised of my aunt (chachiji) and their two daughters Madhu and Sudha (they were my cousins). Madhu was pretty, slim, with long hair and nice big black eyes. She was serious and a quiet type. Looks wise Sudha was just like her sister but more lively and a chatterbox. The girls liked me. I liked the girls. We were good friends and had some good times together. I never looked at them as sex objects. I spent many weekends at his house. It makes me want to hurt you that much more. How does that make you feel, knowing I’m hard and ready to fuck you, ready to rape you in ways you’ve never even imagined? Does it scare you, or does it make you wet?”That was too much for her and Teresa collapsed on the floor, holding my feet as the tears rolled freely down her face. “Please, I’m begging you, don’t hurt me. I don’t want to die. I’ll do anything you want if you just don’t hurt me. Please!!”She was crying frantically by then, loud.