Amber hollered, "Fuck me, baby!" You like dis big dick, bitch," the skinny aggressor checked."Yes I do!" Good, bitch! Take mah nigga dick den!"Justin ...and Amber went over the twenty-five minute limit. So, they heard a loud knock on the door. Justin jumped up and said, "Let's go to yo house so we can finish dis shit." Amber nodded.Justin dapped out with his friends and left three Benjamins on the table to help cover the night's tab. He thanked Sam for a great evening and gave the proprietor. When Brian knocked she opened the door and told him to go around the back so she could slip out through the back garden and nosey neighbors would not see her. Shelia was going to have one little drink but she ended up having three large glasses of wine. She could feel Brians hot hand under the table high up on her leg something clicked and she thought to hell with it why should Janet have all the fun. They were sitting in a dark quiet corner, the wondering hand stretched a finger to stroke her. Grabbing a bath towel from the connecting master bedroom, he wrapped it around his waist and walked out of the bedroom. Quietly and carefully he moved, not wanting to make any noise. He'd just gotten to the end of the hall leading to the living room when he had a sudden attack of conscience.What was he doing? There could be a dozen perfectly understandable reasons why Arlene was taking so long. If someone were to see him dressed like this and coming out of her bedroom, the results would be. Your jeans hang dangerously low, the waistband of your boxers clearly showing of the top of the denim. You shut the refrigerator door as my knock echos throughout the apartment. You feel yourself twitch slightly in your jeans, remembering the trench coat and boots that hid the beautiful skin that you so desperately craved. Opening the front door, you feel your breath catch in your throat seeing the red trench coat and black boots again. You can tells somethings not right, though. For one, you.