"I began sobbing again as his hips went into motion, first just using quick, shallow thrusts, but then going in a little deeper every few thrusts.The ...pitch and frequency of my cries varied involuntarily based on his thrust so that by the time he'd buried it inside me all the way to the hilt, his hips pressing firmly against my ass, I ran out of breath during his slow insertion, and was forced to breathe in hard through my nose.After taking a couple of deep breaths I started sobbing again as. After about a half hour, we were feeling very relaxed from the drinks, and I also noticed that my pussy was tingling with arousal. I could see that Ed was getting a hard on as well, and I wasn't sure whether the drink and potion were having that effect on both of us or if it was just from looking at those gorgeous black genitals. When Ayana asked me if I wanted a massage, I of course said yes, and was looking forward to feeling their strong black hands on my body. Ed moved off to one side of. There was a dark bruise on his left cheek, and a freshly scabbed cut on his temple. That wasn’t there last night, was it? I tilted my head upward. Definitely not. Jesus—and he’s telling me to be careful. Wonder what the hell happened… And why’s he staring at me like that? “You have cream on your nose, Miss Foster.” Mon ‘stie de kriss. My cheeks flushed, and I buried my nose and mouth in the napkin. When I looked up, he was smirking—he had me over a barrel again. And not without a hint of. The night's festivities quickly went sour on me though when Tyrone grabbed me and pulled me over to one of the pillars and pointed out to me a girl in the middle of the dance floor who was shaking her top above her head as she danced drunkenly around in her brassiere and miniskirt. That girl was Rochelle and my eyes went red as I realised just who it was. I was just about to go over and grab her and drag her stupid ass out of the club when Tyrone put his arm on my shoulder to restrain me and.