In less than a minute, a hard cock was sticking through the hole. I told her to stroke it, and she readily (if a bit gingerly) complied. I asked her i... she had ever done this before, and she said no. I told her to rub the cock head against her nipples, and she did, watching it closely and looking aroused. When I told her to ‘suck it’ she took it right into her mouth and began to bob her head back and forth, taking about half of the 8′ or so into her mouth on each stroke. I stroked my own cock. After the party we headed home and arriving, I gave her a big hug and said how great she had been. Cindy didn’t say much but returned the hug and was kind of glowing.The next day it hit her.“Oh my God,” she said. “The first time I ever fucked a black guy and it was at the worst time in my cycle. I’m so nervous and scared but won’t know until it's time for my period.”I let her know I was there and would be there no matter what happened. When the subject of the “morning-after pill” came up I. Our kiss gradually deepened; tongues working one another softly as our hands explored each other’s bodies. Tugging on the band of his black skinny jeans, I pulled him on top of me, letting his hips slot between my thighs.“Can you feel that?” he mumbled against my lips as he ground his hips against mine. “That’s how much I want to fuck you.”My heart pounded and crotch ached in response to his words and the movement of his body against my own, letting out a strangled moan as his hard cock rubbed. There was a silver knocker with a last name on it; I hit the door a few times, nervously placed my hand behind my back, and looked around the yard. A dog was barking; Princess, I assumed. A TV was loud in the background. I thought to myself, “Robert,” but that didn’t stop me from hearing that familiar voice, yelling, “Turn that fucking TV down!” The door handle jiggled, and my heart was immediately in my throat. The door swung open. A tiny, vicious Chihuahua went straight for my legs. I.
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