He quickly pulled out a cushion from the seat and dropped it on the floor asking her to kneel on it, and get down on all fours. Shirley obeyed like an... automaton programmed for his pleasure, and she instantly assumed the position. He squatted right behind her and once again eased his big black cock into her gaping hole, he then reached forward and grasped a handful of her rich blonde hair and pulled it tight and hard while balancing himself by grasping her shoulder. He thrust his turgid phallus. As I climbed into bed he kept asking me about boyfriends and whether or not I’ve had sex yet. He wanted to know if I ever fooled around with any of my girlfriends. He was quite graphic with his questions. The last question I paid attention to was if I played with my, as he called it, pussy and tits. Even though all of my answers were no, he persisted in asking his gross questions. I finally told him that I was tired and turned on my side faking sleep. Sleep was the last thing on my mind. First. Like a snake, her tongue traced the soft underside of his manhood, feeling along every inch of his scorching member. Slithering to the top of his manhood, she methodically stroked every engorged vein and artery, tasting every inch. His breath caught as her long tongue entwined around him, wrapping his stiff manhood with a new level of pleasure. He could barely stand up to her expert treatment anymore. Barely able to do anything but groan and gasp, he looked down upon her, watching her head bob. I would have screamed if my body obeyed me. Instead, I felt my eyes roll back into my head as I curled forward slightly and collapsed. Maggie’s thigh kept rubbing and I convulsed into her again.“That’s it, sweetie,” she said, rolling me onto my back. Now I was underneath her and staring up into those beautiful black eyes. “Don’t let it stop yet.” Her thigh moved back just enough for her hand to squeeze between us. My back arched as her fingers slid over my clit. I began panting in long.