.."Well, he hasn't talked much to me in several years..."Just be his best friend for five days, you know? How hard is that? Find out what he wants......"As a replacement birthday present. He was so looking forward to spending five days with me without the phone going off every hour on the hour, so find out what he..."Oh, yeah, very funny, Candy. Well, if that's what he wants, and it's HIS idea, then go ahead, slut. But you have to give me a blow by blow description afterwards. Okay?"Oh yeah?. I was now bucking faster, and moaning onto Nick’s cock, which was now buried to the base of the shaft in my mouth. I was ending up in an upright position more often. I could hear my slurping of Nick’s cock getting louder and quicker. All of a sudden, I skyrocketed into an upright position - I was orgasming again! At about the same time Nick started yelling, "Cummmminnngggg, Cummmminggggg."My body was convulsing and writhing on top of Donald, as Nick emptied his steady flow of black seed into my. She felt so fucking amazingly tight. I started out gentle, and got a bit more forceful. She was trying to play with her clit, but the counter was too high, so I pulled at her elbows, making her arch up. Fuck, I could never dot this with my wife because she's short, but Kim was the perfect height. I was getting close to cumming, so I pulled out again. escorted her to the kitchen table, and laid her down on it. I knew it was the right height to slide into her ass or pussy, as I had fucked my own. ‘Or do I have to tell Big Eddie we have a problem?’ Ming coloured. She most definitely did not want any of this to go back to Big Eddie. ‘Really, we don’t have a problem, Desmond…’ He cut her off. ‘You do, Ming. You fucking do. When I’m back in an hour, he’d better be gone.’ Ming nodded in confirmation, her wide brown eyes full of concern. ‘He will, Desmond. He will.’ His face changed. ‘Good,’ he said, lifting a hand to her chin. ‘And you had better be ready to humour me, Ming. I think that.