MasukThe Black Golfer And His White Slút (6)
His cóck was already hard again while his fingers moved in and out of me, slow at first, like he was still trying to understand my body. I watched his face, focused, almost dazed, as though the way my body reacted to him was something he wasn’t used to seeing. I opened my thighs wider, giving him more room.
“Use your other hand,” I told him gently. “Pull the top part of my lips apart. Yeah… just like that. See that little spot? Touch it lightly while you keep doing what you’re doing.”
He shifted, a little clumsy but eager. When his thumb brushed my clít, my breath left me in a shaky rush and my hips lifted on instinct.
“Ah…
The Perfect Cóck Sucker. (1)Yesterday, Lisa had been a suburban wife and mom who drove a minivan. She was in a somewhat boring but secure and monogamous marriage. Today, she was naked, on her knees, and surrounded by cocks.Lisa was 32 years old and had an angelic face. Her long dark curls cascaded to the middle of her back. She was five-foot-four and weighed no more than 125 pounds. She had a tiny waist and big bóóbs. Despite the size of her bouncy tîts, her hourglass figure had even more sand at the bottom. Lisa could affectionately be referred to as a PAWG—Phat Ass White Girl.In public, Lisa always seemed to wear a sports bra that showed off her bountiful cleavage. She paired that with tight yo
The Black Golfer And His White Slút (6) His cóck was already hard again while his fingers moved in and out of me, slow at first, like he was still trying to understand my body. I watched his face, focused, almost dazed, as though the way my body reacted to him was something he wasn’t used to seeing. I opened my thighs wider, giving him more room.“Use your other hand,” I told him gently. “Pull the top part of my lips apart. Yeah… just like that. See that little spot? Touch it lightly while you keep doing what you’re doing.”He shifted, a little clumsy but eager. When his thumb brushed my clít, my breath left me in a shaky rush and my hips lifted on instinct.“Ah…
The Black Golfer And His White Slút (5)I smiled and kissed him as I said, "Lift yourself and let’s get these shorts off of you." He was completely nude again, and I was only topless. I was controlling the situation. I circled his shaft and began a slow, steady up-and-down motion. He was moaning within a few seconds. I cupped his balls, feeling them already tight in their sack. I knew this would not take long.Draven was lifting his hips and thrusting against my hand. I came up and kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth as I moved my hand a little faster. I asked him what he liked best as I changed methods a few times. He seemed to really enjoy the thumb-and-two-fingers method. I slipped it around the shaft just below the mushroom head. I also cupped his balls and rolled them
The Black Golfer And His White Slút (4)I was wondering if it was because I was white or if he was just naturally shy around women. Draven looked like every other well-dressed, clean-cut young man on the street. There was nothing special about him until he played golf. Then he was very, very good.He came to pick me up in his Spider convertible. He came into the apartment and handed me a gift. I opened it and saw a beautiful gold bracelet. It was heavy and the design showed it was very expensive. I did not ask him how much it cost, but I told him he should not have bought it for me. He said he loved buying things for his friends and considered me one of his best. I did not want to hurt his feelings and I loved it, so I had him put it on before we went to eat.The dinner was gre
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







