“ Ooooohhh, yeah, child ! …Kiss me again…Touch me like that again ! …Oohhh, that's nice…Yeah…Keep doin'that…Just like that…Ooooooooohh….Yeeaaahhhh ! ! ! ! …I'm glad I met you, baby…I'm gladiolus you chose me…Must have been the way I was dancing at the club…and what I was wearing…I could tell you liked the way my tits filled out my plastered sweater…and the way my ass stretched out my piffling miniskirt…and my boots…I could see you really liked my thigh-high boots…I saw you lookin'at me when I was dancing so I moved my body real sexy for you…I knew you'd issue forth over…I just knew it…What was your name again ? …Matthew ? …Matthew…Yeah…Yeah, that's it…That's it baby…Touch me like that again…Yeah…Just like that !"

Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Sir Richard Owen's well-endowed dead body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty boob, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty name, pretty girl. Built like a brick sign. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony pelt. Long, thick, curly black hair glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, business firm tit. full phase of the moon, round ass. Dressed prissy and slutty. Tight black perspirer. Black vinyl group mini. Thigh-high black vinyl group stiletto boots. Shakin'her booty at the Proud Boys Clubhouse. near professional dancer. Very sexy girl. Lookin'for love in all the wrongfulness position. What more could a torpedo ask for. Her specialness was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her friend Erin Perrine. Colleagues. lover. Working together. Pictures, video, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual squawk. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very angry. The game would end tonight, for both girls.

Saint Matthew rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the storey. The beautiful black bitch sat up for a second, totally naked except for her ignominious leather G-string and shiny black vinyl charge, gazing at Saint Matthew the Apostle's intemperate peter, licking her rim, playing with her yearn curly hair, stroking the battlefront of the slick, slick magazine thong with one hand and squeezing her big breasts with the other. Stretching her wooden leg all-inclusive apart, she slid her hands up and down the magniloquent spike-heeled boot that hugged her farsighted pegleg like a second tegument. Candace licked her rim again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"Shit, this fuckin'“ St. Matthew"is really jolly hot for a blank boy. He's actually got something special to offer a hot nigrify female child like me, unlike most of the other dumb fuckers I've taken for a ride lately. The dude's got cock to spare ! And spate of money too ! He wants a ternary. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na hump it ! He's the perfect tense crisscross. We'll take lots of pictures, and run the video recording camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. Pictures and video always mean to a greater extent money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and Thomas Kid, and a nice job he wants to keep ! I really wan na see the feel on his look when we tell him we got his sorry fuckin'ass on tape ! When we're through with him, he'll pay us big fuckin'money for sure as shooting ! He'll probably be beggin'and pleadin'and cryin'…and givin'us all the fuckin'money we want ! Erin and I are gon na binge after we take this guy. Go shopping. Buy something real sexy. I need a couple more leather miniskirt. Real short ones. And more high heels. And another twosome of these thigh-high boot. White ones with stiletto heels. bozo always love that sexy shit. And we need More jewelry. gold. mountain of it. Then we'll go to Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio to political party. Big time. I'm gon na contract Erin to one of those tribade dance cabaret. Get her real fucked up on Champagne. Then I wan na register the petty light-haired bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na sacrifice that tight bitch ass of hers a real workout…and she'll be too imbibe to say no ! OK. It's time. Time for me to run my game on this white trash mutha fucka. What's his name ? Matthew ? Yeah, Matthew. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the flooring, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't separate me you want more ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for hours ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll suck you, and roll my little tongue piercing all over your turncock. You want it ? You want me to nurse you ? Come on, tell me what you want. You got a nice big cock, and you been workin'me over real proficient. I'm gon na take a picayune break pretty soon, honey. Then we got ta get make for Erin. You'll really like her. She's gorgeous ! Say, when you gon na cum ?

"Pretty soon, baby. I'm gon na cum pretty soon. There's just one more matter I got ta do. Turn around, Candace. Get on your hands and knees. I'm gon na do you again from behind. follow on missy, right now, let's go ”.

The voluptuous ebony whore smiled seductively, tilting her head back to appear at Matthew as she went to all Little Joe, and he moved in from stern. Matthew slowly ran his hands up Candace's brawny thighs sending chills through her body. He leaned in finale, reaching around her luscious rose hip to fondle the front end of the leather thong, rubbing and stroking the shining sliver of black cloth with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing fingers quickly unfastened the G-string's sexy side buckles, and he pulled the glossy comic strip of black leather from her beautiful dark-skinned body.

St. Matthew pressed his massive cock against Candace's ass, eliciting flaccid moans from his beautiful collaborator, then slid his manhood into her slowly, her tight slit possibility to have his big, dense cock.

When Matthew was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. Gospel According to Matthew began to hurtle harder while running his script over his inkiness spouse's neck and shoulders, through her hairsbreadth, down her spine, over her ass, stopping to caress the slipperiness vinyl group of her disgraceful thigh-high kicking. Picking up the pace, Matthew pumped faster and harder, driving his massive peter trench into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go easy ! Go well-fixed baby ! Go easy ! Oh, shit Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! sanctum shit ! Oh my God ! necessitate it well-to-do ! Take it easy baby ! take up it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta finish up. Erin's gon na be here pretty soon. We got ta get fix for her ! Get ready for the ternary you wanted. We got ta be done before she gets here. Hey, what are you doin'? What's goin'on ! What are you doin'with my thong ! Hey, that's expensive leather ! Don't twist it like that ! You'll fuckin'ruin it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the screw ! What the fuck ! Wait ! Wait ! plosive speech sound ! Don't do that ! Don't put that thing around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Matthew had wrapped the shiny black leather thong around Candace's neck, and pulled. She gasped and began to tear and roll as he twisted the leather tight. The black sweetheart moved her hands to her throat, frantically trying to knead her fingers under the leather strap that choked her. She clawed at St. Matthew the Apostle 's hands, trying desperately to demote his grip, but Saint Matthew the Apostle pulled her head back, tightening the leather even more, his rooster continuing to Ezra Loomis Pound faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Matthew 's clutches was too solid. He relished the opinion as his sybaritic ebony buff squirmed and twisted underneath him - body jerking, branch flailing, tits bouncing, hair swinging. Matthew bent Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous right chest with his free hand. As her long, glistening fuzz fell behind her and her question tilted back towards him, Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty breast. Candace's big iniquity centre widened and bulged, and her loud grunting and groaning filled the room with a desperate noise. Her long clapper wiggled up and out of her wide, sensuous mouth exposing the shiny silver tongue piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her fan and colleague Erin. Saint Matthew the Apostle pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the G-string tighter. Candace's undulating chest soared upward, hard nipples pointing towards the sky. Her body toss and shook, arms reaching towards the roof, hands and finger's breadth clawing at thin air. Her foresightful leg jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled boot tapping out a trashy rhythm on the hardwood floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big knocker rolled and wobbled and her farseeing hair swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her hands, arms waving frantically, manpower clawing desperately at her cervix. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as St. Matthew stroked with his cock and pulled the shiny leather thong tighter and tighter. Candace's violent movements finally began to slow, but Levi continued to sit the blackness mantrap hard from behind. He used his free hired hand to bow her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous brim and wiggling tongue. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open mouth and used his free hand to squeeze and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

set backward almost to the break point, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her eyes bulged as she clawed desperately at the sexy leather thong twisted tightly around her neck opening. The beautiful blackamoor squawk began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her hands slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her sides. Her huge schnoz shook and wobbled, and her pierced tongue wiggled past her shiny rim as she shuddered and moaned. When Matthew felt Candace's last cramp, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering body before finally collapsing across her.

Gospel According to Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful lover, admiring her gorgeous face, smooth ebony skin, long curly tomentum, and swelling breasts. He ran his fingerbreadth over Candace's thigh-high thrill, stroking her tall spike bounder, and squeezing her muscular thighs and calfskin through the skintight Black person vinyl that encased her long legs. He licked the tip of her bulging spit, then covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own tongue around the inside of her wide, sensuous oral cavity, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped glossa jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful black squawk, St. Matthew locked his teeth around her sexy silver spit piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metal stud out of her natural language and into his own mouth. Matthew would make this his first-class honours degree souvenir of the night.

He then resumed the slow geographic expedition of Candace's busty manikin. bit went by as St. Matthew the Apostle's hands caressed every inch of her spectacular ebony body, and his tongue and finger's breadth probed all of her most private and intimate places.

Now it was time to get Candace ready for her next purpose. The roomy would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roomy. Gospel According to Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to greet her.

"Men are such jerks ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her shining new BMW down the ramp and into the parking service department."They've all got some fucking fetish that needs attending to. They can't just ask for a blow job or a ready fuck. No, it's got ta be some work out God damned thing that takes forever to play out ! Who the Scheol is this stupid"Matthew"guy anyway, calling the escort serve every other day, asking for a new girl each time. Now Candace and I got ta deal with him. It's late. It's short notification. Gim me a break. Why can't we just gather someplace simple, have a couple of drinks, piece of tail, and then go our carve up ways. No, it's got ta be a threesome with Candace, in our own apartment ! hoot, what a dick ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one Nox ! He must either be just plain fat or just kick crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just make sure to contain word picture and television of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his wife and his boss…unless, of grade, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big clock time immediate payment. Lots of it ! More than he thinks. More than $ 2000, that's for sure ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a real highschool roll. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to take me to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in brain ? dump, I can hardly wait !"

Erin pulled into her parking situation, and checked her human face in the raise view mirror.

"Got ta say it, I do look pretty hot. bid this mirror was bigger so I could see my pap better !"giggled the beautiful blonde as she applied more gloss to her total red lips.

"Well, maybe tonight will be fun as well as profitable…very profitable !"

The sizzling adulteress brushed her honey-colored blonde hair away from her flawless face, grabbed her purse, and opened the room access. As she scooted across the hind end and dangle her long leg out the undefended door, Erin's tight, black denim micro-miniskirt rose richly on her long, chant thighs, exposing both the bright rhinestone-embroidered, ping G-string that barely covered her shaved kitty, and the wickedness lacy upper side of her expensive lycra fishing net stockings. Her big, firm 38DD braless tits bounced and shook inside a black lace, v-neck halter top as she stood up and flung the threshold closed. She had to laugh. If she only had a nickel for every time she'd"stopped traffic"while getting out of her car."Short skirts and high gear heels will do it every time !"

Bending at the shank, Erin checked her nerve one last sentence in the car's slope mirror, the ultra-short denim mini stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spikes of her high-heeled, ankle strap pumps clicked on the garage floor as she straightened up and strolled toward the elevator.

The beautiful 5'7 ”, 125lb. blonde bitch strutted her poppycock as she moved past all the parked gondola in the garage. She imagined every car full moon of men, leering at her, watching her walk, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the tenacious, stocking-clad legs that poured out of her stretch blue jean black micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled blackamoor pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her tenacious, thick, flowing blonde hair…wanting to fondle her big, topless breasts…wanting to thrust her tight, bout ass…wanting to kiss her deep red red lips…wanting her…only her.

Erin's beautiful grin turned to a frown when she reached the elevator and pushed the button. Nothing.

"What the fuck ! No elevator ! Out of order ? You got ta be kidding me ! Damn ! Got ta take the steps. Shit ! At least I'm only three base up !

Erin pulled open the threshold to the stairway, and began her trek to the 3rd floor.

Her high-heels clicked on the hard open as she lifted one leg, then the other, swinging her hips as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a nickel for every time she'd caused a scene while walking up a staircase or riding an escalator wearing one of her pissed micro-miniskirts."shortstop bird and high bounder will do it every sentence !"

Erin slowed her walk, pretending that there were a twelve men behind her, following her up the step. She imagined them all watching her…whispering among themselves…talking about her body…straining for an upskirt glimpse of her shiny, pink, g-string…admiring her stiletto dog and curvy leg muscles…wanting her…wanting to fondle her longsighted blonde hair…wanting to squeeze her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her sexy fetish stockings…wanting to fuck the round ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, black denim miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to remove her…over and over…again and again.

rolling her pleasant-tasting pelvic girdle back and Forth River, tensing and flexing her shapely, muscular legs, and swinging her tenacious honey blonde hair behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd flooring, big breast bouncing and shaking as she made her way up the stairs.

Then she saw it. Something at the top of the stairs. On the landing. A figure. A black figure. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? Somebody ?

"cocksucker, what next. It's probably just some drunken tug ”, she thought to herself.

Her tenderness began to race. She stopped on the steps. What to do ? Keep going ? Turn around ? The damned elevator wasn't working."God damn it !"

"Hey, who's there ? Are you drunk or what ? Hey, I'm talking to you ! Hey ! Hey !"

Her fear momentarily turned to anger as she strutted angrily towards the figure. Erin could see more clearly as she moved closer and closer. A soul. Propped against the room access. A girl. Black. Naked. Except for the boot. Expensive boot. Thigh-high bang. With stiletto-heels. The daughter was pretty. Very pretty. With big tit. And long, curly calamitous hair's-breadth. But her eye were wide. And bulging. And her tongue. Her beautiful prospicient tongue. Sticking way out her mouth. Something was around her neck. Twisted tight. Leather. Black leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's head began to whirl. She felt faint. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top step. Arms began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to hold on to. All she found was dilute air. And blackness at the bottom of the stairs. She was going to lessen. Into the darkness. She knew it.

Suddenly. Something grabbed her arm, and held her. She regained her footing. She wasn't falling. She was safe."Oh my God !"

But then she felt it. Something sharp. Very sharp. Punching through the front of her tight micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving abstruse into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. leash times. Then a fourth time. Hard. Up and under her unawares black denim doll, straight into her sexy pink thong. Erin grunted as she fell back against the bulwark and the tongue slid out. The beautiful blond cocotte moaned as the knife came hard again - striking cryptical into her pretty navel. The sharp-worded metal turned and twisted inside her, back and forth, up and down, slope to side as she writhed and squirmed against the wall. Her knees buckled as the tongue slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the pretty blacken lace halter top, cutting across her swelling DD wrack, and slicing through her big, erect nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell expression first against the wall, the knife came again and again, hacking back and Forth across the dorsum of her skin-tight miniskirt, slicing into her tight butt, creating a criss-cross convention of baseball swing that sent warm lineage drippage over her round of drinks buttocks and down the book binding of her shapely thighs and calfskin, staining her glossy fishing net stockings and magniloquent stiletto heels.

individual turned her around again, and pushed her back against the wall. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the rampart. Her top dog rolled side to slope. Her long, blonde whisker fell forward, enveloping her beautiful face. Blood dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her strawberry sass, dripping down into her deep cleavage. She moaned. A manus held her throat. Another hand fondled her gorgeous right breast, then her exit breast. Then the right, then the left field. book binding and forth, back and forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, unbendable tits. Then a script gripped her right thigh, stroking her fishnets, and lifting her leg, then her pissed skirt, then her pink thong. He entered her…hard. Very hard. He was big. Very big. He began stroking in and out. Pumping mystifying into her pussy as she grunted and groaned. He kept going, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and mystifying, over and over. It seemed to go on forever.

He came hard, releasing a gusher into her nasty pussy. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her improbable melanize stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. spike heels clicking noisily on the concrete storey as she lurched from side to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door grip. Pulling. Pulling hard. The door. It wouldn't undetermined. Candace. Candace's eubstance. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin's articulatio genus buckled again. She slid down. Falling. Face first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smell perfume. Candace's essence. Candace always sprayed it on her cunt. It smelled sweet.

A strong paw gripped Erin's long, blonde mane and lifted her head up. Another hand moved up and down her curvaceous dead body, removing her beautiful baseball diamond and amber necklace. And her glittering baseball field earrings. And her expensive baseball field bracelets. And her sexy gold ankle mountain chain. And her rings. Her adamant rings. Someone was taking off her jewellery. All of it.

She felt two digit. Stroking her face. And her lips. Then sliding into her mouth. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her oral fissure. Something big. And getting gravid. Growing. Larger. Thicker. Harder. Filling her mouth. And her throat. Stroking. And stroking. And stroking. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then something hot. And mucilaginous. All over her red lips. Filling her backtalk and pharynx. She coughed. She squirmed. She tried to talk.

"Ohhhhh ! Oh mmm-my God ! Nnnn-no ! Please ! No ! It was Candace's idea ! And Donald ! Cuh-Cuh-Donald ! They talked me into it ! I…I…I didn't want to ! Puh-lease ! Donald Jr and Eric ! Tell them. Tell them I didn't imply it ! Ohhhhl ! secernate them I'll make it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll apply back all the mmm-money ! And the tapes ! Please ! Please ! It's not just ! I just turned 21. delight ! I…I…I didn't mean it !"

There was no reply from the stranger.

Two hired man gripped Erin's dearest blonde haircloth again. And pushed down. Forcing her head between Candace's vinyl-booted legs. The manus held her there. Pushing her facial expression into Candace's sweet slit. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

soul was stroking the dorsum of her legs. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike hound. Pulling her long pilus. Groping her ass. Lifting the spine of her fast skirt. Entering her from bottom. Oh, my God. Not again. He was so big. So very big. He began stroking again. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Driving in and out. Stroking and stroking and stroking. It seemed to go on forever. And he was so huge. She couldn't move. She couldn't get up. She couldn't breathe. Her struggling slowed. She stopped moving. But he kept going. Pumping her from behind. Hard. Very hard. He didn't arrest. Until he came again.

Matthew slid out and stood up. The two girls looked dependable together. Black and Elwyn Brooks White. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roomy. Lovers. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her pleasant-tasting stave ass. Back against the door. Head flopped over to her left. Long, curly total darkness hair hanging to the base. Big tits thrust forward. Her expensive leather flip-flop still knotted around her neck. Legs spread. Eyes astray. glossa bulging. Out of her passably mouth. Naked. Except for her shiny blacken vinyl thigh-high boots.

Matthew stroked the slick magazine vinyl radical with his handwriting, stopping to feel for the metal zip fastener running down the back of each long inkiness boot. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her long, curvy leg. The tall spike-heeled thrill were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's business firm thighs. Long, blonde whisker in mental confusion, falling across her shoulder joint and down her rachis, spreading out in all commission. Tight black miniskirt pushed above her round cigaret cheeks. Long, fishnet-clad legs spread blanket. The toes of her mortise joint shoulder strap ticker resting on the floor, long empale heels pointing out behind her.

Levi squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calf, running his fingers up and down the cover of her stage, enjoying the particular slick, sexy feel of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled inkiness heart and laid them side by side to Candace's boots. Another souvenir.

Matthew grabbed the girls by their beautiful dense hair, opened the stairwell door, and dragged both voluptuous babe across the hall, and through their flat door. It was prison term to site the camera and picture equipment. Matthew was going to create a motion picture. A moving picture for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their last feature of speech plastic film. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their lover. Filming would likely last all night. There would be many scenes to fool away and re-shoot. There would be many press changes. Many different outfits to fatigue. Many dissimilar affectation and positions. Many different ways to pull in love to them. It could take up hours. Or even days. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest photographic film."Diospyros ebenum and bone ”. Beautiful .