That was the setup we had. He would give me all the love and care in the world I wanted, he would provide for me financially and spoil me like every g...irl deserves. But he didn't get to see the sexual side of me. That was a side that only the black men got to see and my husband was fine with that. In our 12 years of marriage I had only let him fuck me once, that was on our wedding night, and only after I had been shared with 2 black waiters who we snuck up to our room. That night I let both. Ron was starting to wonder though, who wanted to talk to him so badly, "How long have we been down here?" He wondered."Maybe it is time to answer it," he heard Hannah say.Opening his eyes he smiled at her and said, "You're awake, I thought you were still sleeping." I was until a little while ago. But I'd been hearing the phone for a while. We better get it." It would mean we would have to separate." Ron said as he began pumping his cock in her cunt a few times."It's Saturday, I think," Hannah. After a bit of this Karen got up and indicated she wanted to get underneath Lisa. Lisa lifted up an arm to let her in. Karen slid in, her head near where I was still drilling Lisa, Karen's legs spread for her friend. Lisa immediately dropped her mouth onto Karen's pussy, her ponytail falling forward onto the bed. I felt Karen start to play with Lisa's clit, her fingers occasionally brushing against my cock. I plow into Lisa's pussy, grabbing her hips and fucking her with increasing force. I can. If it matters, I am 22 wf, 120 lbs – I don’t care what you look like. This is not a joke.Much of the porn I am into involves extreme degradation to the woman – including being slapped, chocked, and spit on, so I added the part about allowing the guy to spit on me if he wanted. I figured if I was going to go so far as to allow him to ejaculate on me, spitting on me wasn’t that much different, and if that helped get the guy off, so much the better. I suppose this comes from the fact.