..this is wrong..." I whispered against the cold wall as the black girl continued to tease me. She could feel me getting wet for sure and she had gues...sed my darkest secret: I was not going to stop her attack.She again pushed her weight against me harder, teasing my clit, feeling my pleasure as my muscles began to tense. I struggled a bit more, trying to pull away, but she just pushed me harder, moved her fingers faster, making me gasp for some breath."You want this. I know you do. So, bitch, do. You model to help with the expenses, although no doubt you are on scholarship, like I am. And your hair is so red I thought it might possibly be a wig." I model in order to save money to buy a car. I'm on scholarship because of my brain, not my body. My father won't let me drive any of his vehicles since I wrecked his Lincoln Navigator. And the red hair is real." What kind of car do you want?"I could visualize the vehicle that I sat in at the showroom. The color is advertised as absolutely red. In a few more strokes you will quit gagging,” Joey instructed Riley, while running his fingers in her soft blonde hair as she slowly moved her head up-and-down. Miraculously, a couple of minutes later the conservative wife had quick gagging and was now giving Joey a really good blowjob. Then suddenly, Riley’s pretty cheeks bulged out as her mouth fill with Joey’s cum. When she started to raise her head, she heard Joey as he said, “No, swallow my cum. You are going to be doing it a lot, you. .” Angela took a deep breath. “The sword will be more valuable to the world by killing Dominari. I would prefer he gave it to me.”“He won’t,” Sophia said with certainty. “He’s greedy. Besides, Angela, you’re the High King’s descendant. The sword belongs to you.”“Why not to my mom? Or my cousins?” Angela sighed and wiped at her forehead. “I understand what you mean. I just wished there was a better way. The more I think about it, the less I like it.”“Yes, it is a tricky, moral problem,” Faoril.