Posted by admin on 25th March 2008
| gigantic booty getting fucked! Not yet, he said, walking toward her, backing her up against the sink, bringing his body into contact with hers. It’s late. Yes, she, it’s too late. For you. What was he talking about? His hands were on her ass, pushing up the thin fabric of her dress. Lips sucked at her neck, sucking a trail up to her ear. I’m sick of you twitching your hot ass around here and you’re going to pay for your slutty behaviour. She pushed hard against his chest, but he wasn’t moving anywhere. No, she said, getting frantic. You might say ‘no’ now, but you’re going to be begging for it soon, you little bitch. His lips came down on her, roughly possessing her mouth, forcing her lips open. One hand still gripped her bare ass, the other grasped her blond hair angling her mouth for his plunder. She tried to squirm out of his grip, but froze as she rubbed against the hardness in he’s trousers. He forced her hips forward into his hardon. I knew you’d like it, bitch. No, I don’t like it, she sobbed, please let me go. I don’t think so, honey. He held her a little away from him, hands on her tan shoulders. Capable fingers slid under the spaghetti straps of her slip. Watching her eyes, the tears welling in them, he slid the straps off her shoulders until the tops of her nipples showed. |
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Ghetto mocha teen gets her pussy drilled riding a hard black dick! It was a small box, but it wasn’t labeled. I’m ready when you are, I said while holding up the razor. She looked at it for a moment, smiled and then started laughing. I had no idea what for. No, no, no, she said, still smiling. I’m not talking about shaving. She set the box down and opened it. When I saw the white strips and the bottle of wax, I knew exactly what she meant. Oh no, you can’t seriously be thinking about waxing my balls, I said. He, if you shave, you’ll have a stubble within a few hours. You know what that’s like? To me, that’s like having sex with broken glass, she replied. The way she said that made me smile. Won’t it hurt? I asked while clutching my balls. A little, she said. But it’s worth it. No stubble, plus your skin will be silky smooth for weeks. I decided to go through with it. I trusted her enough, plus I really wanted us to keep having sex, so I best not fight with her. I let her do all the work since I didn’t know the first thing about waxing. First she set the wax bottle in this machine she had plugged up. Then she set up this device with a roller on the end of it. I sat on the towel just as the machine’s green light came on. She attached the roller to the bottle and positioned herself between my legs. OK, this might burn a little, but it won’t be much, she said. |
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