Standing before the mirror, I watch the cloth run down my chest, over my stomach, and down to my pussy. I lightly run the washcloth over my pussy. My ...clit is still extremely sensitive from the orgasm that I had just had. With two fingers wrapped in a washcloth I begin to stroke my clit. Unable to stand any longer, I sit down on the toilet seat spreading my legs wider. Dropping the washcloth to the floor my fingers continue on their journey. While one hand begins to rub slow circles around my. There were three or four more minutes of Aaron pleasuring me before that undeniable feeling took over my body. I gripped the sheets and grit my teeth as uncontrollable convulsions forced my hips to push and gyrate on his cock. Aaron increased his efforts to satisfy me with an unforgettable orgasm. I was in the middle of my orgasm, and without realizing it, I shouted. “I love fucking your black cock!” It took me a few seconds to realize what I had just said. Apparently, he was not offended“And I. Her body jerked with each thrust and she moaned each time he rammed her. He too was grunting with each thrust.For minutes he continued, slowing down at times to tease the entrance to her pussy with the head of his cock. He grabbed the shaft and rubbed it up and down her lips, then thrust inside her again. He repeated this twice, and at the third time, he pointed the knob at her anus.“Ohhh yeah, I’d love to fuck your ass.”Her response was quick. “No, not that,”“Why not? I think you’d like. I stood there naked. I never prided my self on being exceptionally large and, right now my meager member was trying to hide by withdrawing back inside. I thought I was limp but I actually felt my penis shrink.Three girls appeared from the sides of the stage. They danced around me with little flowered bowls and brushes. As they danced, they used the brushes to paint my body with some sort of foam. Using short dabs and long bold strokes they slowly covered everything below my neck. The foam was.