1. Defilement


    Date: 1/16/2016, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: deggles, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the return of the large hand on her own thigh, Alison wanted to remove it again, but sat motionless. It felt as if she didn't have the strength to lift her arms or legs as her hormonal levels reacted to the image of Clare eagerly kissing the tall black man across the aisle and the hand that was now massaging her own nylon covered thigh. She could not even make herself turn away from the scene that was taking place only a few feet from where she sat. Clare had spread her legs even more for the long thin questing fingers. Clare was not wearing pantyhose. She had told Alison that most men did not find pantyhose to be sexy. Clare was wearing black stockings and a garter belt. Her light skin made quite a contrast to the black nylon of her hose and the large black hand that had moved between her legs and was massaging her vagina through her red panties. Alison fascinated, watched as the basketball player's other hand slowly unzipped the back of the pretty blonde's red dress. The back strap of a red brassiere could be seen as the dress parted. Clare didn't seem to mind the fact that a large black man was undressing her on a crowded bus as the dress slipped forward on her shoulders. Clare had broken away from the kiss. Alison hoped that she would call a halt to what the ball player was doing to her so that they could stop the bus and get off, but, instead, Clare laid her head against the headrest and closed her eyes. Her seatmate wasted little in unhooking Clare's red brassiere. ...
    Alison had not seen Clare's breasts since high school gym class. Although relatively small, at least compared to Alison's D cup breasts, they stood almost straight out and had long thick nipples. Clare made a gasping sound as the man's thick lips encircled a nipple and began sucking on it. Although Alison had been motionless as she had watched her friend being seduced by the tall black basketball player, her seat companion had been busy. Alison had held her legs together very tightly as he had moved his catcher's mitt sized hand up and down her quivering thigh. Alison tried to ignore the hand and the sensations that were rippling through her beautiful body in the hopes that they would all go away. The hand moved up and down her leg, moving farther north each time, until it was almost completely under the hem of her designer black dress. Alison's clitoris was now tingling far too much to ignore. She shifted in her seat, in a half-hearted effort to move away from the exploring black hand, only to find that she had actually opened herself up to him even more. Across the aisle, Alison could see that the man had shifted his big lips to Clare's other breast. The nipples, that had just been in his mouth, shone wetly in the dim light and was swollen to over twice its original size. One of the black man's hands was almost buried under the red dress that was d****d across the writhing blonde's lap. Her red brassiere lay in the aisle on the floor, forgotten. Alison's attention was brought ...
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