1. Our Public Image


    Date: 1/20/2016, Categories: Anal, Interracial Sex, Author: ova9bbc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    rub your nipple. Decisively I stroke your breast, roughly squeezing and hefting its weight. Now this causes you to writhe in the seat until you're begging me to stop, to not stop, to let you cum, to stop the van and fuck you unless I want you to ruin my soft, supple seats with your pussy cream. My low, sexy chuckle ends in a growl, I slide my hand down your breast, over your stomach and into the crease of your thighs. I dip my long, strong fingers into the weeping well of your wet pussy, realizing in an instant how strongly my simple, sexy touch affects you. Lifting my fingers to my face, I hold you spellbound as I sniff and lick your cream. Telling you that I have been doing that all day, between meetings, during meetings, your essence on my fingers excites you. Your image burned in my mind. As my sexy voice plants these images in your own mind, your tremble and cum. In addition, you are clenching your thighs in an effort to save your seats. Realizing what you are doing, I lean over, f***e your legs apart and instruct you to cum again, so I could watch. When you quiver and moan that you are trying not to mess up the material, I look directly into your eyes. Again I command you to push your skirt up and instruct you to cum. A split-second later you are writhing, screaming, arching and gushing girl cream everywhere. You're unable to control your reactions to your black lover's voice, touch, tone, demands. Uncaring who might see and forgetting we are in a van in rush-hour ...
    traffic, you give your body, control and being, over to your lover, to do with as I wish. When you open your eyes finally, you realize I had pulled off into a parking lot. Turning off the van, I shift in my seat and just sit there. My arm curls over the steering wheel, as I stare at you. After everything we have shared, both over distance and in person, one wouldn't think you would be embarrassed, but the flush of colour is staining your cheeks something fierce. There you sit in my prized van, one breast completely exposed, legs spread and your pussy juice covering the seat. Shifting, trying to cover your exposed body, mortified at what you have just done to my van, you fight tears. You hear the quiet shnick of my seatbelt as it comes loose. You look out your window, frantically rubbing a hand under your eyes, praying your makeup would stay unsmudged. Seconds later my hand is cupping your cheek, tilting your face to mine, my deep brown eyes full of concern. When you babble some incoherent concern for my precious truck which you'd just ruined the upholstery of, I laugh, pulling your head to my chest and thanking you. You are astounded....and confused. You ponder, 'why is he thanking me, when his truck is going to smell like my wet pussy from now on?' Stroking your cheek, I relay to you that one of my fantasies, since I'd bought the van a few years back, was to one day have you in it, screaming my name while squirting my cream everywhere, just so that I could smell you in it. In ...
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