“ Ooooohhh, yeah, baby ! …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 sword lily you chose me…Must have been the way I was dancing at the club…and what I was wearing…I could secernate you liked the way my tits filled out my tight 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 consistency existent sexy for you…I knew you'd descend 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 Robert Owen's red-hot body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round of golf ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty name, pretty young lady. Built like a brick star sign. rattling hot dead body. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth Diospyros ebenum peel. Long, midst, curly blackamoor fuzz glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tits. full, round ass. Dressed nice and slutty. Tight black sweater. Joseph Black vinyl radical mini. Thigh-high black vinyl stiletto boots. Shakin'her booty at the Proud Boys clubhouse. Good terpsichorean. Very sexy little girl. Lookin'for love in all the wrong office. What more could a hitman ask for. Her speciality was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her supporter Erin Perrine. workfellow. Lovers. Working together. pictorial matter, video, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual bitches. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very angry. The plot would end tonight, for both girls.

Levi rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the storey. The beautiful black bitch sat up for a moment, totally au naturel except for her black leather flip-flop and lustrous calamitous vinyl flush, gazing at St. Matthew the Apostle's hard stopcock, licking her lips, playing with her retentive curly hair, stroking the battlefront of the slick, glossy flip-flop with one paw and squeezing her big boob with the early. Stretching her legs full apart, she slid her hands up and down the marvellous spike-heeled boots that hugged her recollective legs like a second peel. Candace licked her lips again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"crap, this fuckin'“ Matthew"is really pretty hot for a white boy. He's actually got something exceptional to offer a hot black girl like me, unlike about of the other dull fuckers I've taken for a drive lately. The dude's got cock to spare ! And plenty of money too ! He wants a threesome. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na have it away it ! He's the pure mark. We'll take mass of word picture, and run the TV camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. scene and video always mean More money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and kids, and a nice job he wants to save ! I really wan na see the smell on his face when we tell him we got his drear fuckin'ass on tape measure ! When we're through with him, he'll pay us big fuckin'money for certain ! 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 couple more leather miniskirt. Real short I. And to a greater extent high hound. And another duet of these thigh-high bang. White 1 with stiletto heel. Guys always love that aphrodisiac shit. And we need Thomas More jewelry. Gold. raft of it. Then we'll go to Las Lope de Vega to party. Big clip. I'm gon na take Erin to one of those lesbian dance clubs. Get her real fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na show the trivial light-haired squawk what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na turn over that tight gripe ass of hers a actual workout…and she'll be too drunk to say no ! Okay. It's time. Time for me to run my game on this white trash mutha fucka. What's his public figure ? St. Matthew ? Yeah, Matthew. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the base, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't tell me you want to a greater extent ? 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 suction you, and roll my niggling glossa piercing all over your cock. You want it ? You want me to suck you ? Come on, order me what you want. You got a dainty big tool, and you been workin'me over tangible beneficial. I'm gon na need a little break pretty soon, honey. Then we got ta get cook for Erin. You'll really like her. She's gorgeous ! Say, when you gon na cum ?

"Pretty soon, babe. I'm gon na cum pretty soon. There's just one more thing I got ta do. ferment around, Candace. Get on your manus and human knee. I'm gon na do you again from behind. Come on miss, right now, let's go ”.

The voluptuous Diospyros ebenum cocotte smiled seductively, tilting her head back to look at Saint Matthew the Apostle as she went to all quaternary, and he moved in from behind. Matthew slowly ran his mitt up Candace's muscular second joint sending shiver through her organic structure. He leaned in close, reaching around her luscious rosehip to caress the front of the leather thong, rubbing and stroking the glossy sliver of black textile with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing fingers quickly unfastened the thong's sexy side buckle, and he pulled the glazed flight strip of black leather from her beautiful dark-skinned body.

Gospel According to Matthew pressed his monolithic hammer against Candace's ass, eliciting mild moans from his beautiful mate, then slid his humanity into her slowly, her wet twat opening to accept his big, heavyset cock.

When Levi was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. Saint Matthew the Apostle began to throw harder while running his work force over his black partner's neck and shoulder joint, through her hair's-breadth, down her back, over her ass, stopping to caress the tricky vinyl of her lightlessness thigh-high boots. Picking up the pace, Matthew pumped faster and harder, driving his massive pecker deep into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go easily ! Go prosperous baby ! Go easy ! Oh, shit Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! holy shit ! Oh my God ! pack it promiscuous ! Take it easy babe ! Take it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta finish up. Erin's gon na be here pretty soon. We got ta get ready for her ! Get ready 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 twist it like that ! You'll fuckin'laying waste it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the screwing ! What the nookie ! Wait ! Wait ! 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 glossy 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-market dish moved her hands to her throat, frantically trying to work her fingers under the leather strap that choked her. She clawed at Matthew 's hands, trying desperately to break his handgrip, but Matthew pulled her caput back, tightening the leather even more, his cock continuing to pound faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Saint Matthew the Apostle 's clutches was too strong. He relished the impression as his voluptuous ebony buff squirmed and pervert underneath him - body jerking, arms flailing, titty bouncing, hair swinging. Levi hang Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous right boob with his give up hand. As her long, glistening hair fell behind her and her head tilted back towards him, Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty breast. Candace's big dark centre widened and bulged, and her loud grunting and groaning filled the elbow room with a desperate racket. Her long tongue wiggled up and out of her wide, sensuous lip exposing the shiny silver gray tongue piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her lover and colleague Erin. Saint Matthew pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the thong tighter. Candace's undulating tit soared upward, toilsome teat pointing towards the sky. Her soundbox convulsed and shook, coat of arms reaching towards the roof, deal and fingers clawing at reduce air. Her recollective stage jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled boots tapping out a cheap rhythm on the hardwood base as she writhed and squirmed. Her big titty rolled and wobbled and her long pilus swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her paw, arms waving frantically, hired hand clawing desperately at her cervix. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Matthew stroked with his turncock and pulled the shiny leather thong tighter and tighter. Candace's violent effort finally began to retard, but Saint Matthew the Apostle continued to ride the lightlessness smasher hard from derriere. He used his liberate hand to stoop her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous lips and wiggling knife. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open mouth and used his unloosen script to squeeze and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

hang backward almost to the breaking point, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her center bulged as she clawed desperately at the sexy leather thong twisted tightly around her neck. The beautiful pitch-black bitch began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her hands slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her sides. Her huge bird of Minerva shook and wobbled, and her punctured tongue wiggled past her glossy sass as she shuddered and moaned. When Matthew felt Candace's death spasm, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering body before finally collapsing across her.

Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful lover, admiring her gorgeous look, fluent ebony peel, long curly haircloth, and swelling tit. He ran his digit over Candace's thigh-high rush, stroking her tall spike bounder, and squeezing her muscular thighs and calves through the skintight black vinyl radical that encased her longsighted legs. He licked the tip of her bulging tongue, then covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own tongue around the inside of her wide, sensuous mouthpiece, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped natural language jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful black kick, Matthew locked his teeth around her sexy silver natural language piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metal stud out of her natural language and into his own oral fissure. St. Matthew the Apostle would make this his first-class honours degree keepsake of the night.

He then resumed the slow geographic expedition of Candace's sonsy form. Minutes went by as Levi's helping hand caressed every in of her spectacular ebony trunk, and his tongue and fingers probed all of her most private and intimate places.

Now it was sentence to get Candace ready for her succeeding role. The roomy would soon be returning. The beautiful blond roommate. Saint Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to greet her.

"Men are such jerks ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her glazed new BMW down the ramp and into the parking garage."They've all got some fucking hoodoo that needs attending to. They can't just ask for a coke job or a quick roll in the hay. No, it's got ta be some elaborate God damned matter that takes forever to dally out ! Who the inferno is this stupid"Matthew"guy anyway, calling the escort serve every former day, asking for a new missy each time. Now Candace and I got ta deal with him. It's late. It's short notice. Gim me a rift. Why can't we just meet someplace simpleton, have a couple of drinks, shag, and then go our separate ways. No, it's got ta be a deuce-ace with Candace, in our own apartment ! Shit, what a cock ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one night ! He must either be just plain fertile or just plain crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just make indisputable to study painting and video of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his wife and his boss…unless, of course, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big fourth dimension Cash. Lots of it ! more than than he thinks. More than $ 2000, that's for trusted ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a really high roll. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to withdraw me to Lope de Vega, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in mind ? mother fucker, I can hardly expect !"

Erin pulled into her parking spot, and checked her fount in the buttocks view mirror.

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

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

The sizzling slut brushed her honey-colored blonde fuzz away from her flawless nerve, grabbed her purse, and opened the doorway. As she scooted across the seat and sway her long wooden leg out the open room access, Erin's tight, Negro denim micro-miniskirt rose highschool on her long, toned second joint, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, pink g-string that barely covered her shaved kitty-cat, and the dark lacy top of the inning of her expensive lycra fishing net stockings. Her big, unwaveringly 38DD braless tits bounced and shook inside a black lace, v-neck halter top as she stood up and flung the doorway 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 dame and high cad will do it every fourth dimension !"

deflexion at the waist, Erin checked her aspect one last time in the car's side mirror, the ultra-short denim miniskirt stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spikes of her high-heeled, ankle joint strap pump clicked on the garage floor as she straightened up and strolled toward the elevator.

The beautiful 5'7 ”, 125lb. blonde squawk strutted her stuff as she moved past all the parked cars in the garage. She imagined every car to the full of men, leering at her, watching her walking, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the longsighted, stocking-clad legs that poured out of her stint 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, bare-breasted breasts…wanting to squeeze her tight, round ass…wanting to buss her ruby red lips…wanting her…only her.

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

"What the piece of ass ! No elevator ! Out of order ? You got ta be kidding me ! shit ! Got ta take the stairs. damn ! At least I'm only three level up !

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

Her high-heels clicked on the hard surface as she lifted one leg, then the early, swinging her hips as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a Ni for every time she'd caused a scene while walking up a staircase or riding an escalator wearing one of her smashed micro-miniskirts."short circuit skirt and high blackguard will do it every time !"

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

pealing her luscious rose hip back and forth, tensing and flexing her shapely, powerful wooden leg, and swinging her retentive honey blond pilus 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 stair. On the landing place. A figure. A non-white figure. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? individual ?

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

Her heart began to race. She stopped on the stairs. What to do ? keep back going ? turn over around ? The blessed 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 see red as she strutted angrily towards the pattern. Erin could see more than clearly as she moved closer and closer. A person. Propped against the door. A girl. Shirley Temple Black. Naked. Except for boots. Expensive kicking. Thigh-high boot. With stiletto-heels. The daughter was pretty. Very pretty. With big tits. And long, curly blacken pilus. But her eyes were extensive. And bulging. And her tongue. Her beautiful foresighted tongue. Sticking way out her mouth. Something was around her cervix. Twisted smashed. Leather. Negro leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's question began to spin. She felt faint. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top footfall. blazonry began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to hold on to. All she found was slender air. And blackness at the behind of the stairs. She was going to come. Into the darkness. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something sharp. Very sharp. Punching through the front line of her tight micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving rich into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. Three metre. Then a fourth time. Hard. Up and under her suddenly black dungaree skirt, straight into her sexy pink thong. Erin grunted as she fell back against the paries and the knife slid out. The beautiful blonde whore moaned as the tongue came hard again - striking recondite into her pretty omphalus. The abrupt metallic element turned and twisted inside her, back and Forth River, up and down, side to side as she writhed and squirmed against the wall. Her knee joint buckled as the knife slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the moderately fatal lace hangman's halter top, cutting across her swelling DD single-foot, and slicing through her big, rear nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell face first against the wall, the knife came again and again, hacking back and Forth River across the backbone of her skintight miniskirt, slicing into her blind drunk butt, creating a criss-cross pattern of cuts that sent tender parentage drip over her round buns and down the backs of her shapely thighs and calfskin, staining her glossy fishnet stockings and marvelous stiletto heels.

Someone turned her around again, and pushed her back against the wall. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the rampart. Her head rolled side of meat to incline. Her recollective, blonde haircloth fell forward, enveloping her beautiful expression. rip dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her strawberry lips, dripping down into her recondite cleavage. She moaned. A hand held her throat. Another manus fondled her gorgeous right chest, then her left-hand knocker. Then the right, then the leftfield. vertebral column and forth, back and forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, firm tits. Then a hand gripped her right second joint, stroking her fishnets, and lifting her leg, then her blind drunk skirt, then her 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 mystifying, over and over. It seemed to go on forever.

He came hard, releasing a gusher into her tight pussy. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her tall black stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. stiletto heel heels clicking noisily on the concrete floor as she lurched from side to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door handle. Pulling. Pulling hard. The doorway. It wouldn't open. Candace. Candace's trunk. Against the threshold. Blocking it. Erin's knee joint buckled again. She slid down. Falling. Face first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smack perfume. Candace's perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her pussy. It smelled sweet.

A stiff bridge player gripped Erin's long, blonde mane and lifted her head up. Another hand moved up and down her busty body, removing her beautiful adamant and gold necklace. And her glittering rhombus earrings. And her expensive rhomb wristband. And her sexy atomic number 79 articulatio talocruralis range of mountains. And her rings. Her adamant doughnut. someone was taking off her jewelry. All of it.

She felt two finger's breadth. Stroking her face. And her sass. Then sliding into her oral cavity. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her mouth. Something big. And getting big. Growing. Larger. Thicker. Harder. Filling her mouthpiece. 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 back talk. Filling her mouth and throat. She coughed. She squirmed. She tried to talk.

"Ohhhhh ! Oh mmm-my God ! Nnnn-no ! Please ! No ! It was Candace's estimate ! 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 think of it ! Ohhhhl ! Tell them I'll construct it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll founder back all the mmm-money ! And the tapes ! Please ! Please ! It's not fair ! I just turned 21. please ! I…I…I didn't mean value it !"

There was no response from the stranger.

Two custody gripped Erin's honey blond fuzz again. And pushed down. Forcing her head between Candace's vinyl-booted legs. The hands held her at that place. Pushing her human face into Candace's sweet kitty. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

Someone was stroking the backs of her stage. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike hound. Pulling her hanker hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the back of her compressed wench. Entering her from tail end. 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 vast. 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 prat. Hard. Very hard. He didn't stop. Until he came again.

Matthew slid out and stood up. The two female child looked secure together. inkiness and whiten. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roomy. devotee. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her delicious round ass. rear against the door. Head flopped over to her left. Long, curly bleak hair's-breadth hanging to the floor. Big knocker thrust forward. Her expensive leather G-string still knotted around her neck. pegleg spread. oculus wide of the mark. Tongue bulging. Out of her pretty backtalk. Naked. Except for her shiny black vinyl thigh-high boots.

Saint Matthew stroked the glistening vinyl radical with his paw, stopping to feel for the metal zipper running down the cover of each long black bang. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her long, curvy legs. The tall spike-heeled boots were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's firm second joint. Long, blonde hair in confusion, falling across her shoulders and down her vertebral column, spreading out in all directions. Tight Negro miniskirt pushed above her round butt cheeks. Long, fishnet-clad legs spread wide. The toes of her ankle strap pumps resting on the storey, long spike heels pointing out behind her.

Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calves, running his fingerbreadth up and down the backs of her pegleg, enjoying the especial slipperiness, sexy flavor of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled Negroid pumps and laid them next to Candace's boots. Another souvenir.

Saint Matthew the Apostle grabbed the lady friend by their beautiful thick hair, opened the stairwell door, and dragged both voluptuous baby across the hall, and through their apartment door. It was fourth dimension to settle the cameras and TV equipment. Saint Matthew was going to get a moving picture. A pic for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their last feature film film. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their lover. Filming would likely last all night. There would be many conniption to scud and re-shoot. There would be many press change. Many different getup to wear. Many dissimilar poses and positions. Many different ways to make love to them. It could take hours. Or even days. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest moving picture."ebony and Ivory ”. Beautiful .