”Calara grinned at his smiling face and waved goodbye. “Executing your orders, Commander,” she said cheerfully, ending the call.John slumped, ha...ving put on a brave face for the Latina, and walked wearily to his quarters with Alyssa watching him closely as she kept him company. They entered their walk-in-wardrobe, where the beautiful blonde helped him gingerly peel off his armour, trying to be careful not to hurt his back or shoulders.Sparks walked in on them just as Alyssa had taken off the. His brain was misfiring. Had he heard him correctly? Did he say WE? There’s no way he could have meant his wife Rebecca so who the hell was he referring to? Rebecca was . . . well, she wasn’t the sort of white woman that “fucked Black”. Dave stumbled to his car, disoriented. He couldn’t wait to get home. He was so turned on, so confused, so out of control he whipped out his cock and started jerking off in his car, in the parking lot, not giving a fuck if anyone saw him or not. Recalling. “Work your way up to my shaft. Then you'll climb it and circle the crown. Are you paying attention honey?”“Lick pussy,” she said, almost entranced, “to tease. Lick to shaft, go up it, and then swirl the crown.”“Then you suck it between your pretty lips, bobbing your head, moaning to give me pleasure. That's how you give a futanari head. Understand?”“Yeah, Mom,” she breathed.“Do it,” I groaned, pulling on her pigtails, using them to guide her. They were perfect for it.Her lips nuzzled into my. In fact, she insisted.So the same night, I texted her on WhatsApp“I didn’t even say thanks for that day when you walked me home in rain.So, Thank you Neha(changed of course).She replied “Arrey it was nothing.Chill.”Bas from then on, our conversations started and in 3 days, we were actually talking dirty.It began as I wrote “Aur bra” instead of “bta”.She replied “Hahahah..Bra to Abhi hai nei.”Me: Lol.Kahan gyi?Her:Raat ko usually nei daalte.Lol.Me:I wish I could see you.Her:Wtf!What do you.