“White folk,” I said, shaking my head, dumbfounded. And my ass looked very nice in my tight leggings I was proud to say. I had been fucked a few times by Johnny, my boyfriend. There were more naked women behind her. His balls would brush my clit when he thrust in, a staccato beat to match the pleasurable rubbing inside my cunt. “Mhh, I love the smell of cunt,” he sighed, then squeezed my ass. We could hear the bed creek and then then the woman started moaning as it sounded like Mark was fucking her hard. Yes, yes, you feel fucking amazing in me, stud! Stan couldn’t see this, it would break his heart. “What’s your…name?” Then grabbed his knees, struggling to catch his breath. Ernard, you useless asshole, get back here!”
But he just turned and wave. I bet you do. “You got a sexy pair of tits,” Mark told her and she flushed, pleased. He took charge like a real man.
