. Now the day of truth came , the day wen we finally had sex… It was sunny day and was 11 in the morning, I rushed to nearby chemist and bought dott...ed condoms for safe sex. We planned out to meet at a metro station around 12 noon, earlier i had convinced my friend for his flat for a day(wow) and there was i arrived at the station and there she was standing in tight top revealing her sexy cleavage with a short skirt and a naughty smile .. I scanned her like a machine, she was looking damn hot in. I settled into a rhythm where I sawed my entire cock in and out of her pussy. I was surprised I was able to keep going, but, then, remembered that I had already cum twice in the past several hours. I kept at that for what felt like a half hour, but, what was, probably, about five minutes. I wanted to change positions, but, I felt like missionary was the "making love" position. I said to myself, Oh, to Hell with it. I pulled out of her, stood up on my knees, and pulled her legs up, so that her. Even the small scar under his left eye didn't take away from his looks, if anything it made him look dangerous. Johnathon was 6 feet of man, with a sexy Irish lilt to his voice. “Ok. If I tell you my fantasy, you have to tell me one of yours,” she said. Johnathon nodded, refilled his glass, and got comfortable in his chair. Kimberly leaned forward. Although she was buzzed from the liquor, she was still aware enough that they were in a public place. “I have always fantasized about being taken. I. She said that my essay was really good but we were suppose to write about actual experiences and not fantasies. I told her everything I wrote about was 100% true.Ms K couldn't believe it was all true. She asked me if I really only slept with black guys. I told her I did and I never wanted to back to white guys. Then I asked her if she had ever been with a black guy. She said she never had and she asked me if black guys are really better. I told her they were and some are even better. I asked.