“Sure, my man.” I say but he don’t even get the sarcasm, he’s so into impressing his bitch with how cool he is in talking to the big black guy. Indian porn As I stroke her clit she’s trying not to squeal but soon she can’t help it and she’s moaning like a bitch on heat. He’s starting to get worried but he can’t back down now. “Alright.” I say. I loved the way she ran, her little hands flapping by her hips like she was just off the cheerleader team, her blonde hair bouncing like a shampoo ad. “Oh God, ‘fuck me nigger!” she squeals. I smile, real slow. I was getting wood already and then some. “You little white slut. .”
“Just do it.” I put my hand firmly on the top of her head and she went down on to her knees with only token resistance. “You. When I get back they’re still waiting. I guess they’d have just thought I was the pool cleaner anyway. “My man!” he yells. She fucking wants it, man. Then with my right hand I spread her legs wider, so one foot’s up on car door, the other’s on the steering wheel, her pussy gapes and I can see she’s already soaking wet.
