Отправлено 21 March 2012 - 07:49
Jen knew I had gone through a difficult break up a few months back, so the question was more rhetorical than anything. 'But maybe, you could...just...fuck my ass instead,' Jen stated plainly. "I'd suck your cock Andre, so long as you tossed my salad," said Kenisha. "Fuck me, Andre. Fuck me up my ass. I want to feel your cock inside of me. Take me from behind, Andre. Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster! Fuck me deeper! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" "Wow" was all I could muster, as I took in Jen from head to foot. "What about you?" Only, just as most of the black men she knows do, he more stares at her ass than her breasts. Wondering what his reaction would be, if he happened to look over and see her standing there topless, if only her husband would lift her bra, she wouldn't cover her nakedness with her hands. Making her want to touch herself, just the thought of him seeing her naked breasts excited her. Only, with Marcus content to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her bra and with her relegated to only flashing her neighbor her bra clad breasts and cleavage, seemingly more interested in her ass than in her breasts, her husband showed no signs of lifting her bra and she wasn't about to reveal to him the slut that she has become by telling him to do so. We soon found ourselves parked in a secluded back lot. It was the first time that Scott had seen her and he leaned over to speak into my ear, "Dude is that her? Damn, she does look a little like Shakira." 'Hand with a filing cabinet,' Jen concluded, masterfully changing tact. I exploded.