Feya smiled at her mate's touch. "Very well." she said as she turned back to him.She took his hand once more and began leading him to the springs. "Le...t us continue on our way, my love."She wrapped her arms around his left one and nuzzled against it as well. "I am feeling particularly naughty right now. It must be the trilnst."Michael could not help but laugh a bit at this. "Oh yes, it must be. My mate never feels naughty any other time."Feya laughed at her mate's sarcasm. She knew that she. " That is an overwhelming demonstration, and you would make every one vow to live a single life." Such are my reasons for not liking to marry Mademoiselle Danglars. Have you ever noticed how much a thing is heightened in value when we obtain possession of it? The diamond which glittered in the window at Marle's or Fossin's shines with more splendor when it is our own; but if we are compelled to acknowledge the superiority of another, and still must retain the one that is inferior, do you not. I don't know why but I kind of liked the sight of her, naked but with the hijab on at the same time. Her body was kind of plump but I don't mind. Must be something genetic about Black men. We all seem to crave big women. I've fucked a lot of big Black women and chubby white chicks in the City of Montreal. It's not exactly hard to get a fat chick into bed unless she's so fucking insecure that she can't get down and dirty. Lucky for me, Fadheela-Anisah didn't fall into that category. She was. After I finished with her ass, I flipped her over, and drove my tongue deep down her throat. Becki wrapped her arms around me, and we kept kissing. Our bodies moist with sweat, I felt the need to pound her pussy again. I laid to the ground as Becki rode my cock. I was hypnotized as I watched her bountiful breast bounce in the air. She pleaded for me to keep fucking her. I did my best as she happily rode my cock. Problem was, I needed to cum, and she wasn't going to let me. We fucked a little.