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Karen and Stacey
Date: 3/23/2016, Categories: Interracial Sex, Author: trasman-69, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
surprise? A he?” Karen smiled and giggled mischievously, pulling on Stacey’s arm and whispering as if to a co-conspirator, “I hired a male-dancer!” Stacey’s eyes lit up with excitement! Included in the secret she began to giggle herself, her hand covering her mouth. “A whh-what? A dancer? A guy dancer? That would’ve been jus’ great!” Almost on cue, the doorbell rang. Both ladies looked at each other, wide-eyed. “That’s him!” Karen jumped up and ran to the door. She flung it open and there stood Darnell. He was wearing a police uniform, the pants really tight and his shirt buttons undone. It looked like he had a roll of socks in his pants, but Karen knew for a fact that that was all Darnell! Chapter Three “Damn!” Karen started at the sound of his voice. He was staring at her body and she realized she was still wearing the skimpy bikini. Looking down quickly, she was glad to see at least her nipples were still covered by the tiny triangles. It took all of Darnell’s self-control to not jump Karen right there in the doorway. Fuck she looked hot. Her huge tits barely concealed under that little bikini top. He followed as she led him into the living room, his eyes on her ass as it bounced as she walked. He could feel his cock getting hard just watching her. “Officer Darnell, this is Stacey.” His eyes shifted to the lady on the couch. There she was; the lady he had spoken to the other day. Dennis had charged him an even grand for tonight, but FuckYeah, it was going to be worth ... it. Stacey was sitting on the couch, her long legs crossed, very lady-like. He could see in her eyes that she was d***k and having problems seeing straight. While she tried to focus, he took the opportunity to look over her body. She was wearing a black see-through short dress thing. Her tits looked great; her pink nipples and areola just barely visible through the thin material. Karen was speaking again. She thanked him for coming, although he was late. He watched as she poured Stacey another glass of wine and then sat down, telling him to start the show as she raised the music volume on the stereo with the remote. He smiled, it was time. To the cheers of the two ladies, he began to gyrate around. He had no idea what he was supposed to do in this regard, but they were both pretty much d***k so it was all good. For the next twenty minutes he dance around, trying to imitate some of the moves he had seen in different movies; the ladies ate it up. He had ripped off his shirt to their cheers and tossed it to them. He noticed that Karen was quietly refilling Stacey’s glass, keeping her drinking. “Touch it Stacey! I d-dare you!” He had removed most of his clothes and was down to his black satin undershorts; his big black cock semi-hard and positioned to the side, its bulbous shape very visible. He had moved in close to gyrate in front of Stacey as she sat there in shock, his hips moving inches from her face. Touch it? Wh-what was she talking about? She couldn’t touch it, she was ...