Often she talked about becoming a model. I don't know if she was all that, but it was hard to argue that her mixed race, well-kept appearance didn't a...ttract a lot of guys. She was meticulous about her nails, hair, and wore a significant amount of glam makeup. I, on the other hand, could be considered attractive, but in a much more unassuming way. I have long, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes I don't wear a lot of makeup and I don't think I need to as it's just not my style. Probably my best. I can see them from the side, so Aaliyah’s thigh is in the way of my view. I want to see more. My body becomes ice once again when he suddenly flips her so she's on her stomach. He straddles her thighs, positioning himself as she lays flat on her front. Aaliyah's head is turned to the side so she can't see me, and if Dylan took one look up and away from her ass I know he'll see me, but I still can't move. I want to groan when I see Dylan’s dick in his hand. He's thick, very thick. He grabs. If you call the police and report this, they won't find us. But we'll find you, and we'll kill you."And just like that, they were gone. My wife didn't even move, she just stayed limp on the bed. She still had cum on her face, her legs slightly spread with the sticky remnants of an earlier load still on her genitalia. I was worried about her, but I couldn't go to her yet. The front door slammed. I peered between the blinds on our window overlooking the street to see the two men get into a car. "Dick, let's do it together. Turn around, dear." She guided his ass with her hands until his buttocks were above her head, his face poised directly above her widespread pussy. She slowly opened her legs and, at the same time, used her hands to pull his hips and giant cock down to her mouth. She lowered it to her like an oil well drill being put into the test hole. She kissed it reverently, then teased its knob with her teeth. Dick, meanwhile, eagerly went back to work using his tongue against.