1. African customs Part II


    Date: 1/13/2016, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: whitewifeneedsbbc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    then, as if just realizing the appeal of his ball sac, actually slid off the chair onto the floor to mouth and suck his testicles. She took each of his plums in turn into her mouth for a prolonged tongue caress and then seemed to get nutrition by just sucking the loose skin. By the time that she eventually regained the chair, he was emitting pre-cum in copious quantities. This she licked up eagerly, as if it were the most delectable nectar in the universe. I was both amazed and shocked. Anne had done many of these same things to me over the years but usually in a light hearted manner and certainly not with the same single minded concentration on giving intense pleasure. The only thing I was grateful for was that she never paused to gaze up at him as she did with me. This was the point at which things got frenzied and when I first noticed that, my own cock was every bit as stiff as his, tenting up inside of my pants.My wife's head started rapidly bobbing up and down, taking an impossible length of phallus deep into her mouth while she manually worked the rest of the shaft, switching hands when one arm began to tire. I have watched many blow-jobs on video but never one with quite this degree of concentrated eroticism. Something had to happen, but it was he who brought this interlude to a close, not by ejaculating but be gently pushing her away. His large black hand pressing onto the top of her head. He must have whispered to her what to do; Anne moved past him with apparent ...
    eagerness, to push various items aside and bend over the desk. She rested her elbows on the desk, arched her back, thrusting her butt into the air she gripped the sides of the desk with her fingers. The tall African blackmailer then stepped behind her, his cock still wet with her saliva, still hard and firm as a spear. He moistened his middle finger then lowered his hand to caress her pussy. Anne's body was in profile so although I saw her twitch, even by leaning as far as possible to the right, I was prevented from seeing exactly where he was touching by the silhouette of her haunch. Depending on whether she wiggled her hips slightly or instead eased back towards him, his exciting her clitoris or probing those inner moist recesses with one or more fingers. Suddenly he stopped, undid his belt, allowing his trousers to fall and puddle round his ankles; to be followed by boxer shorts pushed down below his knees. His large engorged cock stuck out stiffly, elevated slightly above the horizontal. The African spear ready to strike. Anne rose on her toes in anticipation. Instead of seizing the moment to impale her on his spear, he decided to torment her, to excite her with anticipation. Gripping his cock with one hand, he started by tapping her genital area with his heavy organ, then rubbing the helmet of his penis up and down her slit. Ann's beautiful pink pussy lips, flush with sexual desire, spread itself open to this African cock head. After lining up the head of his cock on ...
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