Kelly Starr’s Curves and Cravings: A Black-on-Black Encounter

“That’s it bitch, oh yeah!” The growl sounded far above her and it sounded like a lions roar. XXX “What if I’m no,” Mandy started saying again but Jack thrust forward into her drunken open mouth. She almost fell over getting up, rubbing her eye ferociously. “Get off her!” A familiar voice entered her ears. Something about that guy made butterfly’s soar in her stomach. “Keep going!” He yelled as Mandy’s arm turned into a blur as she worked his dick. “You got a nice tongue.” He growled softly to her. Crystal shot back to the corner and peered around again. Her father’s jokes at her breasts never ended, usually bringing in a made up Aunty that had breasts so big she could no longer get out of the house. “So,” she asked, “how old are you?”
“Twenty-eight,” he smiled, “too old for you unfortunately.”
Crystal smiled back.