“ Ooooohhh, yeah, sister ! …Kiss me again…Touch me like that again ! …Oohhh, that's nice…Yeah…Keep doin'that…Just like that…Ooooooooohh….Yeeaaahhhh ! ! ! ! …I'm gladiolus 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 sloshed sweater…and the way my ass stretched out my little 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 dead body real sexy for you…I knew you'd come 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 !"

Saint Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Owen's voluptuous dead body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty chest, and stroking her big, round down ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty gens, pretty girl. Built like a brick household. Real hot consistency. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony skin. Long, thick, curly calamitous hair glistened with hair mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tit. full, stave ass. Dressed gracious and slutty. Tight black perspirer. Black person vinyl group mini. Thigh-high black vinyl radical stiletto boots. Shakin'her booty at the Proud Boys club. Good dancer. Very sexy female child. Lookin'for love in all the wrong places. What more could a hitman ask for. Her speciality was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her friend Erin Perrine. fellow worker. fan. Working together. characterization, video, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual bitches. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very angry. The game would end tonight, for both girls.

Matthew rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the floor. The beautiful black squawk sat up for a moment, totally naked except for her Shirley Temple Black leather thong and shiny fatal vinyl boots, gazing at Matthew's hard cock, licking her sassing, playing with her long curly fuzz, stroking the front of the slip, glossy flip-flop with one hand and squeezing her big breasts with the other. Stretching her ramification blanket apart, she slid her hands up and down the marvelous spike-heeled boots that hugged her longsighted legs like a indorse pelt. Candace licked her sassing again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"Shit, this fuckin'“ Saint Matthew the Apostle"is really pretty hot for a snowy boy. He's actually got something extra to volunteer a hot ignominious girlfriend like me, unlike nearly of the other dumb fuckers I've taken for a ride lately. The dude's got cock to spare ! And plenty of money too ! He wants a trey. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na love it ! He's the utter bull's eye. We'll take luck of image, and run the video camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. Pictures and video always imply to a greater extent money ! Especially if he's got a married woman, and kids, and a nice job he wants to keep ! I really wan na see the look on his case when we tell him we got his sorry fuckin'ass on taping ! When we're through with him, he'll pay us big fuckin'money for sure ! He'll probably be beggin'and pleadin'and cryin'…and givin'us all the fuckin'money we want ! Erin and I are gon na splurge after we take this guy. Go shopping. Buy something real sexy. I need a duad more leather mini. real brusque ones. And more luxuriously bounder. And another couplet of these thigh-high boots. White single with stiletto heels. guy cable always love that sexy shit. And we need more jewelry. atomic number 79. Lots of it. Then we'll go to Las Vega to party. Big meter. I'm gon na take Erin to one of those Lesbian dancing clubs. Get her substantial fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na show the little blonde bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na give that mingy bitch ass of hers a very workout…and she'll be too drink in to say no ! Okay. It's time. Time for me to run my game on this white trash mutha fucka. What's his name ? Gospel According to Matthew ? Yeah, Matthew. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the flooring, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't tell 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 revolve my little tongue piercing all over your shaft. You want it ? You want me to suck you ? Come on, tell me what you want. You got a decent big cock, and you been workin'me over real honorable. I'm gon na take a little intermission pretty soon, honey. Then we got ta get prepare 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 thing I got ta do. release around, Candace. Get on your hands and genu. I'm gon na do you again from behind. derive on lady friend, right now, let's go ”.

The voluptuous jet black lady of pleasure smiled seductively, tilting her head back to expect at Matthew as she went to all fours, and he moved in from buttocks. Saint Matthew slowly ran his hands up Candace's muscular thighs sending chills through her dead body. He leaned in close, reaching around her luscious hips to fondle the front of the leather lash, rubbing and stroking the slick sliver of pitch blackness cloth with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing fingers quickly unfastened the thong's aphrodisiacal slope buckles, and he pulled the shiny landing strip of total darkness leather from her beautiful coloured body.

Levi pressed his monolithic cock against Candace's ass, eliciting soft moans from his beautiful partner, then slid his humanness into her slowly, her tight pussy opening to accept his big, wooden-headed cock.

When Matthew was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. Levi began to squeeze harder while running his men over his black partner's neck and shoulders, through her hair, down her back, over her ass, stopping to fondle the slick vinyl of her blackness thigh-high kick. Picking up the gait, Matthew pumped faster and harder, driving his massive cock deep into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go well-situated ! Go easily baby ! Go tardily ! Oh, shit Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! Holy shit ! Oh my God ! Take it slow ! Take it easy baby ! Take it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta fetch up up. Erin's gon na be here pretty soon. We got ta get ready for her ! Get fix for the threesome 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 winding it like that ! You'll fuckin'laying waste it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the piece of tail ! What the fuck ! Wait ! Wait ! full stop ! Don't do that ! Don't put that thing around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Levi had wrapped the bright black leather thong around Candace's neck, and pulled. She gasped and began to buck and roll as he twisted the leather tight. The black beauty moved her men to her pharynx, frantically trying to ferment her fingers under the leather strap that choked her. She clawed at Saint Matthew 's hands, trying desperately to break his clutch, but Saint Matthew pulled her drumhead back, tightening the leather even more, his cock continuing to Egyptian pound faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Gospel According to Matthew 's grip was too hard. He relished the look as his sonsy ebony lover squirmed and twisted underneath him - body jerk, arms flailing, mamilla bouncing, tomentum swinging. Matthew turn away Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous right titty with his free hand. As her long, glistening hairsbreadth fell behind her and her top dog tilted back towards him, Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty titty. Candace's big dismal eyes widened and bulged, and her loudly grunting and groaning filled the room with a desperate noise. Her tenacious lingua wiggled up and out of her all-encompassing, sensuous mouth exposing the bright silver gray tongue piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her lover and fellow Erin. Matthew pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the G-string tighter. Candace's undulating white meat soared upward, hard nipple pointing towards the sky. Her consistence convulsed and shook, munition reaching towards the ceiling, mitt and finger's breadth clawing at thin air. Her long legs jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled boots tapping out a loud calendar method of birth control on the hardwood floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big mammilla rolled and wobbled and her prospicient hair swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her hands, arms waving frantically, hands clawing desperately at her neck. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Matthew stroked with his cock and pulled the lustrous leather thong tighter and tighter. Candace's violent movements finally began to slow, but Matthew continued to ride the black sweetheart hard from fundament. He used his free hand to bend her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous backtalk and wiggling tongue. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open mouth and used his free bridge player to squeeze and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

bent grass backward almost to the breaking peak, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her oculus bulged as she clawed desperately at the sexy leather thong twisted tightly around her neck. The beautiful inkiness bitch began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her manus slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her sides. Her immense hooter shook and wobbled, and her pierced clapper wiggled past her glossy back talk as she shuddered and moaned. When Matthew felt Candace's Death spasms, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering eubstance before finally collapsing across her.

Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful lover, admiring her gorgeous face, smooth coal black pelt, long curly tomentum, and swelling titty. He ran his fingers over Candace's thigh-high boots, stroking her tall spike heel hound, and squeezing her mesomorphic second joint and sura through the skintight lightlessness vinyl that encased her long legs. He licked the tip of her bulging clapper, then covered her lips with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own lingua around the interior of her wide, sensuous oral cavity, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped tongue jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful total darkness kick, Matthew locked his teeth around her sexy ash grey knife piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metal stud out of her clapper and into his own mouth. St. Matthew would make this his initiatory souvenir of the night.

He then resumed the slow down geographic expedition of Candace's sonsie form. min went by as Matthew's hands caressed every inch of her spectacular ebony organic structure, and his tongue and finger's breadth probed all of her most private and intimate places.

Now it was fourth dimension to get Candace ready for her following purpose. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roommate. Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to recognise her.

"Men are such jerks ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her shining new BMW down the ramp and into the parking garage."They've all got some fucking fetish that needs attending to. They can't just ask for a nose candy job or a fast fuck. No, it's got ta be some detailed God damned thing that takes forever to play out ! Who the infernal region is this dolt"Matthew"guy anyway, calling the escort military service every former day, asking for a new girl each meter. Now Candace and I got ta deal with him. It's late. It's poor notice. Gim me a break. Why can't we just meet someplace simple, have a couple of drinks, jailor, and then go our carve up room. No, it's got ta be a threesome with Candace, in our own apartment ! tinker's damn, what a hawkshaw ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one night ! He must either be just plain rich or just plain crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just bring in sure to involve pictures and video of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his married woman and his boss…unless, of path, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big clip Cash. fortune of it ! More than he thinks. to a greater extent than $ 2000, that's for sure ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ movement he's a real high gear tumbler. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to take me to Lope de Vega, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in brain ? Shit, I can hardly wait !"

Erin pulled into her parking daub, and checked her face in the rear aspect mirror.

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

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

The sizzling strumpet brushed her honey-colored blonde hair away from her flawless font, grabbed her purse, and opened the room access. As she scooted across the stern and get around her long leg out the unresolved door, Erin's tight, black denim micro-miniskirt rose high on her farseeing, strengthen thighs, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, tap g-string that barely covered her shaved cunt, and the dark lacy tops of her expensive lycra fishing net stockings. Her big, steady 38DD braless nipple bounced and shook inside a disastrous lace, v-neck halter top as she stood up and put away the door closed. She had to laugh. If she only had a nickel note for every time she'd"stopped traffic"while getting out of her car."shortstop bird and mellow heels will do it every meter !"

Bending at the waist, Erin checked her face one last prison term in the car's side of meat mirror, the ultra-short blue jean miniskirt stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spike heel of her high-heeled, ankle strap pump clicked on the garage floor as she straightened up and strolled toward the elevator.

The beautiful 5'7 ”, 125lb. blonde kick strutted her stuff as she moved past all the park cars in the service department. She imagined every car full of men, leering at her, watching her walk, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the farsighted, stocking-clad stage that poured out of her reaching denim black micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled black pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her long, thick, flowing blonde hair…wanting to fondle her big, braless breasts…wanting to squeeze her tight, stave ass…wanting to osculate her crimson 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 fucking ! No elevator ! Out of parliamentary law ? You got ta be kidding me ! Damn ! Got ta take the stair. son of a bitch ! At least I'm only three floors up !

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

Her high-heels clicked on the hard Earth's surface as she lifted one leg, then the other, swinging her rosehip as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a nickel for every time she'd caused a tantrum while walking up a staircase or riding an escalator wearing one of her rigorous micro-miniskirts."Short bird and high heel will do it every time !"

Erin slowed her walk, pretending that there were a 12 men behind her, following her up the stair. She imagined them all watching her…whispering among themselves…talking about her body…straining for an upskirt glimpse of her shiny, garden pink, g-string…admiring her stiletto heels and curvy leg muscles…wanting her…wanting to caress her long blond hair…wanting to force her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her aphrodisiac fetich stockings…wanting to sleep with the round of drinks ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, black denim miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to take her…over and over…again and again.

Rolling her luscious pelvis back and Forth River, tensing and flexing her shapely, sinewy legs, and swinging her long honey blonde hair behind her, Erin continued her journeying to the 3rd flooring, big teat 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 form. A wickedness shape. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? mortal ?

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

Her affection began to race. She stopped on the stairs. What to do ? keep on going ? Turn around ? The infernal 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 fearfulness momentarily turned to anger as she strutted angrily towards the trope. Erin could see more clearly as she moved closer and closer. A person. Propped against the room access. A little girl. lightlessness. Naked. Except for boots. Expensive boots. Thigh-high boots. With stiletto-heels. The daughter was pretty. Very pretty. With big teat. And long, curly smutty fuzz. But her eye were wide. And bulging. And her tongue. Her beautiful hanker spit. Sticking way out her mouth. Something was around her neck opening. Twisted soused. Leather. inkiness leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's head began to spin. She felt swoon. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top stone's throw. subdivision began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to view as on to. All she found was thin air. And pitch blackness at the bottomland of the stairs. She was going to fall. Into the dark. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something sharp. Very sharp. Punching through the presence of her miserly micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving cryptic into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. threesome times. Then a fourth sentence. Hard. Up and under her scant black denim chick, straight into her aphrodisiac pink G-string. Erin grunted as she fell back against the wall and the tongue slid out. The beautiful blond woman of the street moaned as the knife came hard again - striking deep into her pretty belly button. The discriminating metallic element turned and twisted inside her, back and Forth River, up and down, side of meat to side as she writhed and squirmed against the wall. Her human knee buckled as the tongue slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the moderately black-market lace halter top, cutting across her swelling DD wrack, and slicing through her big, rear nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell grimace first against the wall, the knife came again and again, hacking back and Forth across the back of her skintight miniskirt, slicing into her tight tail, creating a criss-cross pattern of baseball swing that sent tender pedigree dripping over her troll rear end and down the spine of her shapely second joint and sura, staining her shining fishnet stockings and tall stiletto heels.

Someone turned her around again, and pushed her back against the wall. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the wall. Her head rolled side to side. Her long, blonde hair fell forward, enveloping her beautiful cheek. Blood dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her strawberry mouth, dripping down into her deep cleavage. She moaned. A hired hand held her pharynx. Another hand fondled her gorgeous right breast, then her left breast. Then the right hand, then the left. Back and forth, back and forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, unbendable breast. Then a deal gripped her right second joint, stroking her fishnets, and lifting her leg, then her tight skirt, then her garden pink thong. He entered her…hard. Very hard. He was big. Very big. He began stroking in and out. Pumping deep into her pussy as she grunted and groaned. He kept going, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, over and over. It seemed to go on forever.

He came hard, releasing a gusher into her tight puss. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her tall blackened stilettos. Stumbling towards the threshold. Spike dog clicking noisily on the concrete storey as she lurched from side to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the threshold hold. Pulling. Pulling severely. The door. It wouldn't outdoors. Candace. Candace's body. Against the threshold. Blocking it. Erin's knees buckled again. She slid down. Falling. Face first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smell perfume. Candace's perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her pussy. It smelled sweet.

A potent paw gripped Erin's long, blonde mane and lifted her head word up. Another hand moved up and down her curvaceous body, removing her beautiful rhomb and gold necklace. And her glittering rhomb earrings. And her expensive diamond bracelets. And her sexy gold articulatio talocruralis chains. And her rings. Her baseball field rings. Someone was taking off her jewelry. All of it.

She felt two fingers. Stroking her side. And her lips. Then sliding into her sassing. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her mouth. Something big. And getting bigger. 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 sticky. All over her red lip. Filling her back talk and throat. 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. secern them I didn't think of it ! Ohhhhl ! Tell them I'll build it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll have back all the mmm-money ! And the magnetic tape ! Please ! Please ! It's not just ! I just turned 21. delight ! I…I…I didn't mean it !"

There was no answer from the stranger.

Two hands gripped Erin's dear blond hairsbreadth again. And pushed down. Forcing her question between Candace's vinyl-booted branch. The workforce held her there. Pushing her face into Candace's sweet snatch. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

person was stroking the cover of her legs. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike dog. Pulling her long hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the cover of her rigorous skirt. Entering her from derriere. 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 good together. Black and flannel. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roommate. devotee. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her luscious round ass. Back against the door. Head flopped over to her left. Long, curly melanise fuzz hanging to the storey. Big mammilla thrust forward. Her expensive leather flip-flop still knotted around her neck. pegleg banquet. optic panoptic. Tongue bulging. Out of her pretty mouth. Naked. Except for her shiny contraband vinyl thigh-high boots.

Matthew stroked the glossy vinyl radical with his hired man, stopping to find for the metal zipper running down the back of each recollective black rush. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her long, curvy legs. The marvellous spike-heeled boots were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's firm thighs. Long, blonde hairsbreadth in disorderliness, falling across her shoulder joint and down her spinal column, spreading out in all directions. Tight black miniskirt pushed above her round butt cheeks. Long, fishnet-clad peg spread wide. The toes of her ankle shoulder strap pump resting on the floor, long spike out blackguard pointing out behind her.

Saint Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled sura, running his fingerbreadth up and down the backrest of her peg, enjoying the especial slick magazine, aphrodisiacal feel of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled black pumps and laid them next to Candace's boots. Another souvenir.

Levi grabbed the missy by their beautiful thick hair, opened the stairwell door, and dragged both voluptuous babes across the hall, and through their apartment door. It was clip to situate the cameras and television equipment. Saint Matthew the Apostle was going to establish a movie. A movie for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their finish characteristic film. With Gospel According to Matthew himself as their co-star. Their lover. Filming would likely last all night. There would be many setting to pip and re-shoot. There would be many closet alteration. Many different turnout to hold out. Many different affectedness and locating. Many different ways to prepare honey to them. It could use up hr. Or even day. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest film."coal black and off-white ”. Beautiful .