Carla squirmed and wrapped her legs around my head and pulled me into her so that I could hardly breathe, except to take in the musky smell of her tee...naged cunt and then run my tongue into the sweet folds of her labia, finding the nub of her clit.As my tongue thrummed her clit, my fingers explored the outer limits of her pussy and I slipped them into the folds of her vagina. That's all it took to send Carla over the top into a frenzy of orgasmic writhing and moaning.I was afraid Aunt Betty. ” He snickered and looked to the ground as we walked up the stairs to his house. His shaggy blonde hair was not a distraction to me, nor his defined eight pack. What caught my attention almost instantly was the bulge in his pants. The thought of his twelve inch dick would make any pussy tremble and embarrass any black man. All I knew was I needed to get close to him without the family around. He sat down on the couch and I took my place as any girlfriend would, right next to him. The best part. As a man I was short, thin and slight anddidn't command the respect of alpha males and therefore didn't attractthe beautiful women that are drawn to them. That's one of the reasons Imarried my wife. She was the first woman of real beauty who seemed to bemy soul mate. I readily accepted the terms of our relationship asdictated by her: she had her sexual freedom and I didn't. I made themistake of bridling against them which is what ultimately cost me mymanhood. But giving that up and letting my. She found his groaning totally unromantic.Officer Ray freed Christi from her restraints and removed the red hot penis gag and double dildo. The torture mouse let out a little "whee" and crumpled like a rag doll into the chair. When she regained her composure she spied Michael sprawled next to the bed and a look of disappointment swept across her pretty-but-sweaty face. "Does this mean he won't be skewering my breasts tonight?" I'm afraid not, Christi mouse." Ray comforted, "but if you come down.