1. Ebony Crush


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: Kimber, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    residual love custard. I moved the toy slowly and lightly pressed it against the hood of my cunt. I lay there for several moments massaging allowing the vibrations to wash over me. The tape began to play again. I heard Emily’s cries go unanswered as Desmond relentless fed her his colossal cock. Over the course of the next thirty minutes I played with the toy relentless as I rewound the movie a few more times. I eagerly splayed my legs. Tapping the head of the vibrator against my clit in a teasing manner. Then driving the four-inch toy inside my hot pussy. With every drive a gush of my juice splatter liberally about my legs and towel. I churned the vibrator inside of me wildly. The toy’s tremors hit my girly spot and caused my clit to jut outward. During those thirty minutes I quaked to orgasm more times that I can remember. When it was all done I was exhausted and the towel was drenched in my sweet teen nectar. I turned off the VCR and lay motionless allowing me to catch my breath and the racing heart to subside. I must have drifted off to sleep. I woke up a few hours later the toy in one hand my panties on the floor my shoes on opposite sides of the room and my skirt waist high. I looked at the clock in fright. The Johnson’s were going to be home any moment. I tossed the vibrator in the drawer and wadded my panties into my purse. I got my shoes on and chunked the dirty towel into their dirty laundry hamper. — I ran downstairs to meet the Johnson’s as I heard their car ...
    pulling into the driveway. I coolly acted as if I was just coming down stairs. The normal greeting transpired and Desmond handed me my pay for the night. “Do anything fun tonight?” Desmond asked with a fiendish smirk. His eyes ravenously scrutinized my taut physique from head to toe. “Uh, no. Just watched some TV,” I said guiltily. “Well just so you know we have a bunch of old movies in our room. Feel free to watch any of them next time, okay?” he said coolly. “Ugh… yep, thanks.” I muttered. “You ready for me to get you home?” Desmond asked. “Yep!” I nervously answered. Oh, my god! Was he on to me? I was wanted to race out of the Johnson’s home like a girl set afire. My legs felt weak and my head dizzy. I attempted to regain my composure. Relax I said to myself. He’s about to take me home, he is clueless. “Let me check a work email, then we can go,” he stated. “No worries Mr. Johnson.” I said. “Please Kimber… its Desmond, okay?” “Sure, okay …Desmond,” I replied. — He stepped away to check his email in the den while Emily was checking on Gregory. I slumped into a chair in the living room and watched the clock patiently waiting for Desmond. Fifteen minutes later he came back into the living room with a holding a small bag. “Okeydokey, I am ready to head out,” he said while grinning wickedly in my direction. I was extremely nervous as we walked to the car. The cool night air gently brushed against my still damp and bare pussy. I quickly jumped in the car and we sped off. “So… umm… ...
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