She couldn't understand their conversation. She heard them talk and just smiled as they smiled at her. If she had known that what one man was saying t...o the other? "She seems friendly I wonder if she will fuck? The very thought of ramming my cock up the cunt of a white woman is almost making my cock dribble in anticipation". Her smiling response may have been totally different, but she didn't know and when she was again address with such a charming smile, she responded with equal delight. They. And that means?” Ashley hesitates. “On my knees?” “ Is that an answer or a question?” Ashley stands up straighter. “On my knees.” “ That's better,” Joi encourages. “Always on a lower level. Now if the game calls for romance or seduction, equal footing would be fine. The game of service has very specific rules. And never, ever, ever pink undergarments – unless told to wear them of course.” Joi smiles softly. Some girls need to be broken, others coaxed. Ashley is one of the latter. She. My erection had been rubbing against my clout for quite some time. Removing the garment, I grabbed some lubricating fat from my bedside and greased the erection, and it’s target arsehole. She screamed the loudest yet, but my need was not to be unanswered any longer. I spread her bottomcheeks widely, and inched my hard cock into the dark hole. Screams changed to whines and mews as I reamed out her hole. I reached forward with one hand to steady myself, grasping her left breast and rubbing her. As he pinched my left nipple, the head of his cock in my mouth, I knew the audible gasp that came from me sent a wonderful vibration to his dick. Also, it felt like my nipple was a 2nd clit. My pussy started tingling, creating it's own moisture. Like a perpetual machine: mouth to cock, hand to nipple, hands on shaft, pussy, tingling, cock twitching...all working in harmony to excite the two of us.As much as I wanted dad's cum in my mouth, I wanted him in my pussy more. 'Fuck me dad! Fuck me.