" You can imagine how much it turns me on to hear a white man telling me to fuck his wife. We were still standing by the table and I stepped out of my... pants and shorts, pulled her skirt up around her waist and sat her up on the table reached up and pulled her panties and put her legs up on my shoulders. Her pussy was hairy but trimmed just how I like them and when I guided my cock towards it she begged to please be gentle, she had never had one near my size. I asked her if she had ever had a. I traded spit with her. See how she liked getting spit in her mouth, she held my hair at the sides of my head and then my ears, her fingers dug into my neck. I smelled something delicious, something that made my blood boil. I went in search of it, kissing her skin, trying to find the source, under her tits, tasting, searching, I ran my hands over her silken thighs.Down to her belly button I traveled with my tongue,continuing to taste, she squealed loudly, her hands pushing my head down.I wanted. “Yeah so you want me to risk all our lives on this untrained kid?” I demanded again.“I’ll teach him,” Lucy said.“Lucy, you don’t owe him.” I said.“He wants to be here,” she said.“So he can keep fucking you?” I demanded.“No, not just that. He wants to be part of something important,” she said.“You have to be kidding. You didn’t tell him that the shit we do is important did you?” I asked.“Not exactly, I told him the truth sometimes we help people,” she said.“You know this is part of your PTSD,” I. No, that wouldn’t be messy enough, she thought. Instead she slipped her feet under the pillows, leaned back, propped herself up with one hand and spread her legs wide. But she stopped herself again. It occurred to her that her phone was more than just a flashlight, it was a camera as well. A few taps and swipes later and she was good to go.She let her stream fly, or at least she intended to. Instead, the stream just kind of dribbled down her ass. But she couldn’t stop now. Oh no! She dropped.