1. A Little Simulation


    Date: 9/8/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: WritersFriend, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    around her to catch her, clutching her ass again. Her blue eyes opened to slivers and peered at him, smoky and sultry. He leaned down and kissed her again, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth while massaging her breast and ass. Natalie’s pelvis began to undulate against his cock. Darnell licked her lips and eased back. “And perhaps the most erogenous zone,” he said, “the vagina.” Still cupping her breast, he brought his right hand around from her ass to the front fold of her dress. Gazing into her eyes, he slid his hand up between her thighs, dragging the dress up with it. Darnell almost choked. Fuck, the bitch wasn’t wearing any panties! And her pussy was shaved! There wasn’t a lick of hair between his fingers and a very wet slit. He looked at Flatberry. “Can you see all right?” The skinny man nodded, his big eyes blinking behind his glasses. The goiter in his throat was gulping like a plug valve. Looking down between the white woman’s legs, Darnell slithered two thick black fingers up through her dainty pink folds. They came away lathered in girl-cream. “The labia—the pussy lips,” he clarified to Flatberry, “are very sensitive and a prime focus for sexual stimulation.” He ran his fingers up through the juicy crevice again. “But perhaps a woman’s most sensitive spot of all is”—he dragged one finger slowly to the top of Natalie’s slit—“her clitoris.” Natalie gasped and closed her eyes as Darnell pressed on the hard little button. “It is extremely sensitive to tactile ...
    manipulation.” He rubbed his finger in a small tight circle. The woman moaned and started hunching her hips. “As you can see, Mrs. Flatberry seems to like it.” Still massaging her clit, Darnell released her breast and wrapped his left arm around her back, drawing her to him again. Their faces melted together in another kiss. “I can’t see!” Flatberry said, Darnell moved back a bit, breaking contact between the woman’s leg and his cock. “Sorry. Have you and Mrs. Flatberry”—he smiled at her—“Natalie. Have you and Natalie ever engaged in any oral foreplay?” Flatberry made a face. “You mean with my mouth?” “Yes,” Darnell said. “I don’t get you.” “Let me demonstrate.” Darnell held out his hand. “Natalie?” Her tiny white hand looked like a fragile porcelain doll’s in his big black mitt. He turned her back to the desk, gripped her waist, and lifted her into a sitting position on the desktop. He shrugged off his gray cashmere suit jacket, rolled it into a ball, and placed it on the desk behind her. Supporting her neck with his hand, he eased her back until her head was lying on the jacket. He straightened up and started unbuttoning his black French-collar shirt. “You don’t mind, do you?” he said to Flatberry. The man gawked at him, shaking his head. He looked like he was in shock. Darnell laid his shirt on the chair beside Flatberry and smiled. “Sometimes this can get a bit messy.” He turned to the white woman again, and was gratified to see a shine of admiration in her eyes as they roamed ...
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