ering as she watched it, then dripped from her pointed tit in one
long spider web.
She caught the web thin hanging droplet on her finger,
transferring it to her mouth, savoring the coating on the mem-
brane of her pink tongue. She was having flashbacks of the
Alameda theatre now, visualizing in fantasy the other black prick
squirting on her cunt and belly and the taste of the black cum in
her mouth. She pulled his long cock harder, jacking him off, her
hand flew on the thick black root clutched between her grasping
palm.
“George, I’ve always had this fantasy, of sucking off a big
black prick and swallowing the juicy cum. I’m going to suck all
the juice from your prick, and then let it slide slowly down my
throat.”
The blonde wife bent forward, touched her pointed pink
…End of the part8. To be continued..