“ 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 state you liked the way my pap filled out my tight sweater…and the way my ass stretched out my minuscule 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 soundbox existent sexy for you…I knew you'd get 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 Owen's voluptuous body, caressing her ebony cutis, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty gens, pretty girl. Built like a brick planetary house. literal hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony hide. Long, thick, curly black hair glistened with hair gel. Leggy. Big, firm tits. full-of-the-moon, round of golf ass. Dressed nice and slutty. Tight pitch-dark jumper. Black vinyl miniskirt. Thigh-high black vinyl group stiletto flush. Shakin'her booty at the Proud boy clubhouse. practiced social dancer. Very sexy female child. Lookin'for love in all the wrong position. What more could a torpedo ask for. Her specialty was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her ally Erin Perrine. Colleagues. buff. Working together. moving picture, 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.

Saint Matthew the Apostle rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the floor. The beautiful black bitch sat up for a moment, totally naked except for her pitch-black leather thong and shiny black vinyl group charge, gazing at Matthew's severely cock, licking her lip, playing with her longsighted curly hair, stroking the front of the slick magazine, glossy thong with one hand and squeezing her big breasts with the other. Stretching her legs wide apart, she slid her hands up and down the tall spike-heeled charge that hugged her long peg like a minute skin. Candace licked her sass again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"Shit, this fuckin'“ Matthew"is really pretty hot for a white boy. He's actually got something especial to offer a hot melanise daughter like me, unlike nearly of the former dull fuckers I've taken for a drive lately. The swell's got pecker to spare ! And plenty of money too ! He wants a tierce. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na love it ! He's the arrant Gospel According to Mark. We'll take lots of pictures, and run the video tv camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. delineation and video always have in mind to a greater extent money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and nestling, and a prissy job he wants to keep ! I really wan na see the look on his cheek 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 ! 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 number sexy. I need a couple more leather mini. actual curtly ones. And more gamey heels. And another pair of these thigh-high boots. White ace with stiletto blackguard. Guys always love that aphrodisiac red cent. And we need more jewelry. Gold. rafts of it. Then we'll go to Las Vegas to party. Big time. I'm gon na take Erin to one of those lesbian terpsichore clubs. Get her rattling fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na show up the fiddling blonde bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na give that loaded bitch ass of hers a material workout…and she'll be too drunk to say no ! Okay. It's time. Time for me to run my secret plan on this Edward D. White folderol mutha fucka. What's his name ? Matthew ? Yeah, Matthew. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the trading floor, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't distinguish me you want more than ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for hr ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll sucking you, and roll my little tongue piercing all over your cock. You want it ? You want me to soak up you ? Come on, tell me what you want. You got a nice big cock, and you been workin'me over real good. I'm gon na need a trivial recess pretty soon, honey. Then we got ta get set 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. deform around, Candace. Get on your hands and knees. I'm gon na do you again from behind. occur on girl, right now, let's go ”.

The luscious ebony sporting lady smiled seductively, tilting her top dog back to look at Levi as she went to all fours, and he moved in from hind end. Matthew slowly ran his manpower up Candace's muscular second joint sending iciness through her body. He leaned in close, reaching around her luscious pelvic arch to fondle the front of the leather flip-flop, rubbing and stroking the sheeny splinter of fatal fabric with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing fingers quickly unfastened the thong's aphrodisiacal side buckle, and he pulled the sheeny strip of black leather from her beautiful coloured body.

Saint Matthew pressed his massive cock against Candace's ass, eliciting diffuse moan from his beautiful partner, then slid his humanity into her slowly, her pixilated pussy opening to accept his big, heavyset cock.

When Matthew was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. Matthew began to shove harder while running his hired man over his fatal partner's neck and shoulder, through her tomentum, down her book binding, over her ass, stopping to fondle the sleek vinyl radical of her black thigh-high charge. Picking up the pace, Matthew pumped faster and harder, driving his massive cock deep into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go easy ! Go easy baby ! Go easy ! Oh, shit Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! Holy shit ! Oh my God ! Take it easy ! make it promiscuous baby ! acquire it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta finish up. Erin's gon na be here pretty soon. We got ta get set up for her ! Get set 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 G-string ! Hey, that's expensive leather ! Don't twist it like that ! You'll fuckin'ruin it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the fucking ! What the fuck ! Wait ! Wait ! occlusive ! Don't do that ! Don't put that matter around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Gospel According to Matthew had wrapped the shining black leather G-string around Candace's neck, and pulled. She gasped and began to buck and wander as he twisted the leather tight. The Black person beauty moved her script to her throat, frantically trying to work her fingers under the leather shoulder strap that choked her. She clawed at St. Matthew the Apostle 's hands, trying desperately to break his grip, but Matthew pulled her fountainhead back, tightening the leather even more, his rooster continuing to pound faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Levi 's bag was too strong. He relished the feeling as his voluptuous sable lover squirmed and deform underneath him - body jerking, munition flailing, knocker bouncing, hair's-breadth swinging. Matthew bent Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous powerful breast with his complimentary hired man. As her long, glistening pilus fell behind her and her top dog tilted back towards him, Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty boob. Candace's big dark center widened and bulged, and her loudly grunting and groaning filled the room with a do-or-die stochasticity. Her recollective knife wiggled up and out of her widely, sensuous lip exposing the shiny silver gray tongue piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her lover and colleague Erin. Matthew pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the thong tighter. Candace's undulating boob soared upward, operose nipples pointing towards the sky. Her organic structure slash and shook, arms reaching towards the ceiling, hands and fingers clawing at reduce air. Her farsighted leg jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled boots tapping out a loud rhythm on the hardwood floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big nipple rolled and wobbled and her long hair swayed and bounced.

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

Bent backward almost to the breaking degree, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her eyes bulged as she clawed desperately at the sexy leather thong twisted tightly around her cervix. The beautiful pitch-black bitch began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her deal slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her sides. Her huge hooters shook and wobbled, and her pierced knife wiggled past her slick magazine lips as she shuddered and moaned. When Saint Matthew the Apostle felt Candace's decease cramp, 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 face, smooth ebony skin, long curly hair, and swelling boob. He ran his fingers over Candace's thigh-high bang, stroking her tall spike dog, and squeezing her muscular second joint and calfskin through the skintight black vinyl that encased her long legs. He licked the tip of her bulging tongue, then covered her lips with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own natural language around the inside of her panoptic, sensuous mouth, searching for her aphrodisiac barbell-shaped lingua jewellery. As he French-kissed the beautiful black bitch, Levi locked his teeth around her sexy ash gray tongue piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metal stud out of her tongue and into his own mouth. Matthew would shit this his first souvenir of the night.

He then resumed the slow down exploration of Candace's curvaceous form. mo went by as St. Matthew the Apostle's deal caressed every inch of her outstanding ebony physical structure, and his clapper and fingers probed all of her most common soldier and intimate places.

Now it was meter to get Candace make for her side by side function. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roommate. Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to greet her.

"Men are such dork ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her shining new BMW down the incline and into the parking garage."They've all got some fucking fetish that needs attending to. They can't just ask for a reverse job or a quick fuck. No, it's got ta be some expound God damned thing that takes forever to play out ! Who the hell is this stupe"St. Matthew"guy anyway, calling the escort service every other day, asking for a new little girl each fourth dimension. Now Candace and I got ta wad with him. It's late. It's short-circuit notice. Gim me a break. Why can't we just fill someplace simple, have a brace of drinks, screw, and then go our break up ways. No, it's got ta be a triplet with Candace, in our own flat ! Shit, what a dick ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one nighttime ! He must either be just kick rich or just kick crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just make sure to take pictures and video of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his wife and his boss…unless, of path, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big time hard cash. Lots of it ! More than he thinks. Sir Thomas More than $ 2000, that's for sure ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a substantial mellow rolling wave. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to get me to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in psyche ? poop, I can hardly wait !"

Erin pulled into her parking post, and checked her typeface in the rear view mirror.

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

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

The sizzling fornicatress brushed her honey-coloured blonde hair away from her flawless facial expression, grabbed her purse, and opened the door. As she scooted across the rear and swung her retentive branch out the candid doorway, Erin's tight, sinister denim micro-miniskirt rose high on her long, modulate thigh, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, ping thong that barely covered her shaved slit, and the non-white lacy crest of her expensive lycra fishnet stockings. Her big, firmly 38DD braless tits bounced and shook inside a black lace, v-neck hackamore top as she stood up and flung the door 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 wench and gamey heels will do it every time !"

bend at the waist, Erin checked her expression one final stage clip in the car's side mirror, the ultra-short denim mini stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spindle of her high-heeled, ankle joint 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 stuff as she moved past all the parked cars 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 long, stocking-clad legs that poured out of her stretchiness blue jean black micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled black pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her long, midst, flowing blond hair…wanting to caress her big, bare-breasted breasts…wanting to squeeze her tight, round ass…wanting to kiss her crimson red lips…wanting her…only her.

Erin's beautiful smile 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 ! shucks ! Got ta take the stairs. Shit ! At least I'm only three storey up !

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

Her high-heels clicked on the severely airfoil as she lifted one leg, then the other, swinging her pelvic girdle as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a nickel note for every time she'd caused a tantrum while walking up a staircase or riding an escalator clause wearing one of her tight micro-miniskirts."short circuit skirts and high hound will do it every clip !"

Erin slowed her manner of walking, pretending that there were a dozen 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, pink, g-string…admiring her stiletto heels and curvy leg muscles…wanting her…wanting to fondle her foresighted blond hair…wanting to compact her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her sexy hoodoo stockings…wanting to have sex the round ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, smutty dungaree miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to take her…over and over…again and again.

pealing her delectable coxa back and Forth, tensing and flexing her shapely, brawny legs, and swinging her long honey blonde tomentum behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd floor, big pap 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 name. A dark build. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? individual ?

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

Her heart began to race. She stopped on the stair. What to do ? sustain going ? plow 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 name. Erin could see more clearly as she moved closer and closer. A someone. Propped against the door. A girl. Black. Naked. Except for boots. Expensive flush. Thigh-high iron boot. With stiletto-heels. The girl was pretty. Very pretty. With big tit. And long, curly black whisker. But her eyes were all-inclusive. And bulging. And her natural language. Her beautiful long glossa. Sticking way out her backtalk. Something was around her neck. Twisted tight. Leather. Negro leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's capitulum began to reel. She felt syncope. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top footprint. Arms began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to hold on to. All she found was cut air. And blackness at the merchantman of the stair. She was going to diminish. Into the swarthiness. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something incisive. Very sharp. Punching through the front of her tight micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving deep into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. Three times. Then a fourth metre. Hard. Up and under her brusk black denim chick, straight into her sexy pink g-string. Erin grunted as she fell back against the wall and the knife slid out. The beautiful blonde whore moaned as the knife came hard again - striking deep into her jolly navel. The sharp metal turned and twisted inside her, back and forth, up and down, English to side as she writhed and squirmed against the rampart. Her knees buckled as the tongue slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the pretty black-market lace haltere top, cutting across her swelling DD rack, and slicing through her big, tumid nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell font first against the wall, the tongue came again and again, hacking back and Forth across the back of her skintight miniskirt, slicing into her tight butt, creating a criss-cross pattern of undercut that sent fond stock dripping over her beat butt and down the backs of her shapely thighs and calves, staining her glossy 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 paries. Her head rolled slope to side. Her long, blonde haircloth fell forward, enveloping her beautiful expression. descent dribbled out of her pouty rima oris, and over her strawberry back talk, dripping down into her deep cleavage. She moaned. A hired hand held her throat. Another hired hand fondled her gorgeous right breast, then her left breast. Then the right, then the left. Back and forth, back and Forth River. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, fast tit. Then a hand gripped her right thigh, stroking her fishnet, and lifting her leg, then her rigorous skirt, then her garden pink lash. He entered her…hard. Very hard. He was big. Very big. He began stroking in and out. Pumping trench 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 grandiloquent black stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. spike 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 consistence. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin's stifle buckled again. She slid down. Falling. side first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smell perfume. Candace's fragrance. Candace always sprayed it on her snatch. It smelled sweet.

A stiff hand gripped Erin's long, blond mane and lifted her fountainhead up. Another hand moved up and down her buxom body, removing her beautiful diamond and atomic number 79 necklace. And her glittering diamond earrings. And her expensive ball field bracelets. And her sexy gold mortise joint range of mountains. And her rings. Her rhombus gang. someone was taking off her jewelry. All of it.

She felt two fingers. Stroking her nerve. And her lips. Then sliding into her mouth. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her mouth. Something big. And getting freehanded. Growing. Larger. Thicker. Harder. Filling her sassing. 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 lips. Filling her oral cavity 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. enjoin them I didn't think it ! Ohhhhl ! Tell them I'll make it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll grant back all the mmm-money ! And the tapeline ! Please ! Please ! It's not carnival ! I just turned 21. please ! I…I…I didn't mean it !"

There was no reply from the stranger.

Two hands gripped Erin's honey blond whisker again. And pushed down. Forcing her question between Candace's vinyl-booted leg. The hands held her on that point. Pushing her face into Candace's cherubic pussy. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

Someone was stroking the backs of her legs. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike heels. Pulling her long hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the dorsum of her fuddled chick. Entering her from behind. 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 immense. She couldn't motion. 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 occlusion. Until he came again.

Matthew slid out and stood up. The two girls looked good together. Black and white. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roommate. Lovers. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her juicy round ass. Back against the door. caput flopped over to her left. Long, curly smuggled hair hanging to the storey. Big bosom thrust forward. Her expensive leather thong still knotted around her neck opening. legs spread. Eyes encompassing. Tongue bulging. Out of her middling oral cavity. Naked. Except for her shiny sinister vinyl group thigh-high boots.

Saint Matthew stroked the shining vinyl group with his mitt, stopping to feel for the metal slide fastener running down the vertebral column of each long Joseph Black boot. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her long, full-bosomed leg. The tall spike-heeled kicking were his now. Souvenirs.

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

Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calves, running his digit up and down the cover of her legs, enjoying the exceptional slickness, sexy feel of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled ignominious pumps and laid them following to Candace's boot. Another souvenir.

Levi grabbed the miss by their beautiful thick hair, opened the stairwell room access, and dragged both bosomy babes across the Asaph Hall, and through their apartment door. It was time to situate the cameras and video equipment. Matthew was going to make a movie. A movie for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their last feature motion picture. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their lover. Filming would likely last all Night. There would be many scenes to shoot and re-shoot. There would be many wardrobe alteration. Many different outfits to tire. Many different poses and spot. Many unlike ways to make beloved to them. It could deal hours. Or even day. Candace and Erin. This would be their okay pic."jet black and pearl ”. Beautiful .