For years all I knew for sure was that for some reason, I was very, very turned on by thinking and fantasizing about events that I either wittnessed, ...heard about or read about.. It wasnt until I tried cocain that I even considered the possibility of "trying out" some of my turn ons if the conditions were just right. It wasnt untill I was exposed to crack that I believe I discovered a possible and I belive a probable truth to the actual reason why I was arroused by thoughts of being humiliated.. I jump up onto the edge of the pool table and spread my legs. I’m dripping for him, and when he gets to me, he slides right in. My eyes close, relishing the feel of the hot, hard, huge cock inside me. I lift my heels to the table, opening myself completely. Leaning back on my arms, I slit my eyes to watch him. That’s all the stimulation I need, the sight of his youthful body, full of grace and strength, glistening with sweat and lust as he pumps deep into me. As he holds the edge of the table. Derek’s hand found its way into the front of her bikini bottom and started to toy with her moist flesh. She moaned softly as she began to grind her hips into his hand. Herr moans began to grow louder as she neared orgasm. Derek slid a finger inside her wet pussy. She was warm and smooth. He began to grow hard just thinking about how she would feel around his cock. Jenny started bucking her hips as Derek fingered her. “oh my god I’m going to cum” she cried as her pleasure built up. Derek smiled. After shredding her thong, he took her slender hips in his hand and began fucking the tip of his long tongue into her asshole, using it like it was a cock. As he guided her hips to his probing tongue she instinctively took his cue and began fucking her ass onto his rigid tongue. As she fucked his long tongue with her ass, she was moaning like crazy and said in a depraved voice,“Oh fuck yeah baby, let me use that long nigga tongue of your on my tight little asshole. Oh fuck, that feels so.