She needed his meat. In her mouth. In her hands. In her pussy. She wanted him more than ever. ‘ENOUGH.’ She screamed in her own head, ‘I have to... get out of bed and do something before I can’t take it anymore.’ So, mustering all her self-will, she climbed out of bed, slid into her slippers and put one of his shirts on. The one he ripped off last night. Right before he threw her on the floor, straddled her chest, and plunged his cock into her needy little mouth. It still smelled of him, and she. This was the first time we actually gave a name or face to this fantasy guy of ours. I was a little spooked because I knew this was all related to him seeing me but I went with it and had a great time. During the role-play he wanted me to tell him word for word what happened, since the incident had lasted a second he asked me to exaggerate a little. So the story became more involved with me having on only panties and Mike lingering talking to me while we exchanged glances. Well once again my. This was the treatment she’d been craving, being treated like a depraved and perverted white whore and who better to do that than the sexy black god with a smooth brown body, rippling muscles, a juicy booty and a dick of death? Brandon had to stop for a minute and wonder exactly what sort of limits this white bitch had if any and the idea of how filthy could get almost made him work a load up from his nuts. There was no need for pretense because Heather was a woman that needed to get fucked. If that was what had raped her, there was no wonder that she had bled! When erect, that monster must be at least eight inches long! The legs flexed at the waist and a dirty, bulbous-nosed, blond-bearded face loomed over her cage, its gap-toothed mouth opened in a brownish grin and its small blue-grey eyes crinkled with laughter. ?I see you are awake, little slut. I must say I enjoyed your nice little heat! Tight as a glana, but already opened, so I got to enjoy your sweetness on my rod.?.