ログインThe Black Golfer And His White Slút (3)He did not ask again. So I opened my legs for him and then sat cross-legged in front of him. He looked down between my thighs and saw the little wet spot in the center of my panties. He moaned again as I moved my hand faster up and down his shaft. I pushed down at the base of his cóck and stretched the skin around the head until it was as tight as it could get without hurting him. It made his cóck as long and hard as it could possibly get. While I held him at the base, I stroked him with two fingers and my thumb just under the swollen head. He told me how good it felt and I smiled at him. I knew he could see the small bulge in my panties where my pússy was pressing out. I have a nice fat pússy and as I continued to work his cóck it grew puffier.&nbs
The Black Golfer And His White Slút (2)I said, "Honest to God. If it is any of your business, Marla, which it is not, Draven and I are just good friends and enjoy each other’s company. He likes me with him when he is not playing golf, but we have not had séx and that is the truth."She kept pushing and prying, asking more questions and looking at me with judgment. Finally, I grabbed my towel and told her not to speak to me again. I left the beach and went to the pool.About an hour later, Draven came down looking for me and saw I was alone. He asked about Marla, and I told him we had a fight.He wanted to know what it was about, and I told him I would explain later in
My name is Selene Hartwell, and before anyone tries to guess how I ended up married to a famous Black semi-pro golfer, I will tell you the truth myself. It started the night I looked across a crowded country club and felt a pull I could not explain. I remember the exact second Harold Whitmore tapped my shoulder and introduced me to Draven Cole.I still remember the quiet thrill that rolled through me when our eyes met, as if something in me recognized something in him. I remember wanting to step back, walk away, act normal, anything, because my body was reacting before my mind could catch up. I had no intention of wanting a man like him. Yet there I was, already imagining how he kissed, how he touched, how he might ruin my composure without even meaning to.He smiled with a boyish charm that I felt in my stomach.
My Wife's Cóck Crew (5)Cameron looked over his shoulder at me and Fiona. “We’re just going to take her inside, dry her off, and get her in bed. The night is young.”As they walked away, Vivienne was slapping Sebastian on his ass cheeks, not to get loose, but more like she was playing a perverse version of bongos. She laughed until they disappeared inside the house, her voice fading.I sat in the hot tub with Fiona. She was once again beside me, stroking my cóck under the water. “What the hell is going on here, Fiona?”“You are such a dumbass,” she replied.Suddenly, I realized that I was the dumbass. I had thought Cameron would try and fail to seduce Vivi
My wife’s cóck crew (4)“Hey, Cameron, you can knock, but you can't come in!” Vivienne laughed.When he pressed his cóck against her and tried to push inside, she gyrated her hips, causing him to fail. She laughed again.Cameron laughed too. “Vivienne, I always knock, and I always get in.” He knew the game was on. He made several other attempts to rub his cóck up and down her pússy lips and try to enter, but each time, my wife wiggled her ass and blocked him. She laughed.Cameron had made at least eight attempts to get inside her, all failed. I could tell he was getting a bit frustrated. His cóck was sticking straight out, veins bulging along its length. His balls were at lea
My Wife's Cóck Crew (3)“So glad that you two could come,” Fiona said warmly, gesturing toward the table. “Please help yourself to the food. We wanted to keep it light, but I think you’ll find some tasty things there.” Vivienne stood and collected a couple of items, nibbling carefully. She picked up a breadstick and added it to her plate, returning to her seat across from Cameron.She let her fingers brush the breadstick over her lips, teasing, and I could see Cameron leaning slightly forward, his attention caught entirely. Julian sat beside her, but even he couldn’t hide the way Vivienne’s subtle movements drew everyone’s eyes. She adjusted in her chair just enough to keep the lines of her dress intact, careful not to reveal too much, though







