An old brown hat on his coal black head, a warm smile lay between his rough moostache and whiskers, the rough pair of big hands never stopped beating ...on the drums. Thick beads of sweat dripped from his forehead to his broad black nose and to his thick lips, his coal black skin glistened with sweat, Jennifer was forced to lock her eyes to his. Those eyes were saying a lot, almost in tears, either of joy or grief. He lay there comfortably on his jacket, an old pair of pants and boots. Jennifer. The sound of sloshing fluids fills the air. He moves his cock in and out of my pussy and over my clit in perfect rhythm as if he was reading my mind. Yet again I shake under him. He begins to shudder and I feel him swell inside me. Holding back, he slipped out. He begins to slowly work himself against my pussy lips and clit I worked my thighs together and using my toes against the mattress, we soon got into a lovely rhythm. As if he and I are swimming on land. He brings me off and I begin to. So here I stood in the hallway, my arms around her neck kissing her with her hands casually falling to my ass. As I’d grown up, I’d lost interest in crossdressing and much of my old submissive side. In fact, as I already mentioned I’d grown to love being in control during sex but there was one fantasy I couldn’t forget. For years I’d wanted to be fucked by a hot girl with strapon, even better if I was dressed as a girl at the same time. This was what Amy had promised me today. I went to make. He shed his coat and stood naked in front of me: for the first time I could see another real cock, and it was beautiful. It had reached full hardness, and had a gentle bobbing motion, with the head still partly covered. I reached out, wrapped my fingers around it, and pulled the foreskin completely down, stopping to fully feel this new sensation: the warmth, the texture, the throbbing I could feel combined with the fact that it was someone else’s cock I was holding. Dave moved closer, standing.