With my hand upon a breast, I kissed my friend for the first time. Things escalated quickly from there. By the time we made it to my bedroom, we were... both fully naked, pausing long enough for me to admire the small butterfly tattoo on the lower left side of her left breast. I learned firsthand the power of Crystal’s shapely legs as they threatened to crush my skull as I ate her. She learned firsthand that I love to spank when taking a woman from behind. I learned that her lungs are quite. Obviously. She smiled back and took me by the hand, leading me through the dense crowd of dancing figures. My gaze strayed to her plump ass, which jiggled with every step she took, creasing just right at the bottom.Finally, we reached the edge of the room. Along the wall couples and groups of all combinations were fondling and fucking each other in every way you could think of. We eventually squeezed into a spot next to two women kissing and finger fucking each other.Rose pushed me back against. He breathed deeply, removing the smile from his face and allowing himselfto get into character. He closed his eyes and composed himself,controlling his breathing. When he felt he was ready he opened his eyesand looked at himself once again.That was what he wanted.A haughty, superior look had fallen over the girl's face, with a hint ofcruelty round the lips. There was no friendliness in the eyes, no warmthin the features, rather just the impression that she considered others,particularly men, to. It was heavy and felt good in my hands. He held his cock up to feed me and I looked up at him as I went down on him. He watched me with a domineering smile or superiority. I stroked myself under my skirt and checked my ass to make sure I was slick and wet. I wanted him in me. I didn’t know if he would get hard enough or not, but I wanted to get fucked like a slut from behind and maybe even on my back. I wanted to become a cheap white whore getting fucked by a big black man. I stayed on.