You don't have any beer in your fridge. I'm going to go to the liquor store real quick and get us some." He looked at me and asked if I was ok and I n...odded yes. He said he'd be right back and left. I looked right at T and he looked right at me, both of us smiling when he says, "Get your hand back on my black cock slut..." I keep smiling as I reach out and begin to grasp it, feeling it, and then slowly stroking on it. "Bet you want to suck on a real black cock don't ya slut?" he asks me. I don't. Wo cheech padi. Kyunke main uskey liye bahut mota tha. Main hairaan tha is uski prem gupha nein mere mote laude ko kitna tight pakda tha. Aur uske muhn se aiii eee uuuu aaa aii nikal raha tha jab ke idhar main uski tight muscles ke beech apni jagah banata jaa raha tha. Mujhe simmi padosan ki choot itni hi tight lagi jitni suhagraat waley din apni biwi ki, and once upon a time I had fucked an office colleague of mine before I got married she was a virgin, and she was equally tight. Meri hairani. But that – I hasten to add - is where it ends.I go to the gym three times a week before work and horse riding at the weekend also keeps me toned and in shape. The result is that I have nice slim legs which are readily shown off in skirts rather than trousers. I’m not exactly busty but I possess a healthy cleavage which frequently glimpses the light of day.This particular evening was no exception. I was in my favourite black silky, slinky cocktail dress, setting off my jet black hair which was. His hands are all over me, and mine are all over him. He moves his hands up to my neck and tilts my head up and kisses me on the lips. As our tongues dart in and out i’m conscious for the first time of being a white girl being naughty in public with a black man. Then it fades away as we continue to kiss. A few more songs, more fucking with our clothes on and he asks me, “are you ready to fuck?” I look up at him smiling, “i’ve been ready”. As the song comes to an end we move off the floor and.