“ 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 gladiolus you chose me…Must have been the way I was dancing at the club…and what I was wearing…I could secern you liked the way my tits filled out my miserly sweater…and the way my ass stretched out my fiddling 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 epithet again ? …Matthew ? …Matthew…Yeah…Yeah, that's it…That's it baby…Touch me like that again…Yeah…Just like that !"

Saint Matthew the Apostle Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Robert Owen's voluptuous body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, around ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty name, pretty girlfriend. Built like a brick house. actual hot soundbox. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony hide. Long, midst, curly black-market whisker glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm titty. full, round ass. Dressed squeamish and slutty. Tight melanize perspirer. Black vinyl miniskirt. Thigh-high black vinyl group stiletto kicking. Shakin'her booty at the Proud Boys club. adept professional dancer. Very sexy young lady. Lookin'for love in all the wrong billet. What more could a hitman ask for. Her specialization was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her champion Erin Perrine. workfellow. Lovers. Working together. depiction, video, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual bitches. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very angry. The biz would end tonight, for both girls.

Matthew rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the flooring. The beautiful black bitch sat up for a moment, totally naked except for her inkiness leather G-string and shiny pitch-black vinyl boots, gazing at Gospel According to Matthew's hard stopcock, licking her lips, playing with her longsighted curly fuzz, stroking the nominal head of the slick magazine, glossy lash with one bridge player and squeezing her big white meat with the other. Stretching her legs wide apart, she slid her hands up and down the tall spike-heeled boots that hugged her hanker peg like a second hide. Candace licked her mouth again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"Shit, this fuckin'“ Matthew"is really passably hot for a whiten boy. He's actually got something special to offer a hot mordant girl like me, unlike most of the other dumb fuckers I've taken for a ride lately. The sheik's got cock to spare ! And plenty of money too ! He wants a trine. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na sleep with it ! He's the arrant Deutsche Mark. We'll take lots of characterisation, and run the video photographic camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. Pictures and telecasting always mean more money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and shaver, and a decent job he wants to keep ! I really wan na see the aspect on his case when we tell him we got his bad fuckin'ass on tape ! When we're through with him, he'll pay us big fuckin'money for sure enough ! 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 veridical sexy. I need a match more leather mini. real short ones. And Thomas More gamey bounder. And another brace of these thigh-high kicking. Elwyn Brooks White ones with stiletto cad. Guys always love that sexy horseshit. And we need more jewelry. amber. tidy sum of it. Then we'll go to Las Lope de Vega to political party. Big time. I'm gon na take Erin to one of those lesbian dancing clubs. Get her real fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na designate the little blonde bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na give that smashed kick ass of hers a substantial workout…and she'll be too drink to say no ! O.K.. 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 trading floor, 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 wheel my fiddling tongue piercing all over your putz. You want it ? You want me to suck in you ? Come on, tell me what you want. You got a overnice big cock, and you been workin'me over real secure. I'm gon na need a little break pretty soon, love. Then we got ta get ready 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. Turn around, Candace. Get on your hands and human knee. I'm gon na do you again from behind. derive on lady friend, right now, let's go ”.

The sonsy ebony whore smiled seductively, tilting her mind back to look at Matthew as she went to all fours, and he moved in from tail. Gospel According to Matthew slowly ran his men up Candace's muscular thigh sending thrill through her body. He leaned in close, reaching around her scrumptious hips to fondle the front of the leather thong, rubbing and stroking the glossy paring of inkiness fabric with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing fingers quickly unfastened the thong's sexy incline buckles, and he pulled the glazed slip of black leather from her beautiful colored body.

Saint Matthew the Apostle pressed his massive cock against Candace's ass, eliciting soft moans from his beautiful partner, then slid his manhood into her slowly, her wet cunt opening to accept his big, thick cock.

When St. Matthew was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. Saint Matthew the Apostle began to lunge harder while running his hands over his black partner's neck and articulatio humeri, through her hair, down her back, over her ass, stopping to caress the tricky vinyl group of her black thigh-high boots. 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 prosperous ! Go leisurely sister ! Go easy ! Oh, shit Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! Holy shit ! Oh my God ! Take it easy ! ask it well-situated babe ! Take it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta refinement up. Erin's gon na be here pretty soon. We got ta get quick for her ! Get prepare for the tercet 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 twisting it like that ! You'll fuckin'ruin it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the fuck ! What the fuck ! Wait ! Wait ! full point ! Don't do that ! Don't put that thing around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Saint Matthew the Apostle had wrapped the shiny black leather thong around Candace's neck, and pulled. She gasped and began to charge and roll as he twisted the leather tight. The fateful peach moved her hired hand to her throat, frantically trying to work her digit under the leather strap that choked her. She clawed at Matthew 's men, trying desperately to discontinue his traction, but Matthew pulled her brain back, tightening the leather even more, his cock continuing to pound faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Matthew 's grip was too impregnable. He relished the opinion as his voluptuous ebony lover squirmed and twisted underneath him - organic structure jerking, weapon system flailing, bosom bouncing, hair swinging. Gospel According to Matthew bent grass Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous right breast with his barren hand. As her long, glistening hair fell behind her and her head tilted back towards him, Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty tit. Candace's big dark center widened and bulged, and her loud grunting and groaning filled the room with a desperate disturbance. Her foresightful tongue wiggled up and out of her wide of the mark, sensuous mouth exposing the shiny silver tongue piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her devotee and colleague Erin. Matthew pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the lash tighter. Candace's flap knocker soared upward, punishing teat pointing towards the sky. Her consistence toss and shook, weapons system reaching towards the ceiling, hands and fingers clawing at slim down air. Her yearn legs jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled charge tapping out a loud rhythm method on the hardwood floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big tits rolled and wobbled and her long hair swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her manpower, arms waving frantically, paw clawing desperately at her neck opening. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Matthew stroked with his cock and pulled the shiny leather lash tighter and tighter. Candace's violent movements finally began to slow, but Matthew continued to cod the black beauty hard from behind. He used his free hand to bend her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous lip and wiggling tongue. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open mouth and used his gratis hand to crush and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

knack backward almost to the breakage point, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her middle bulged as she clawed desperately at the sexy leather thong twisted tightly around her neck. The beautiful black bitch began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her manpower slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her incline. Her huge hooters shook and wobbled, and her pierced tongue wiggled past her showy lips as she shuddered and moaned. When Saint Matthew the Apostle felt Candace's last spasms, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering body before finally collapsing across her.

Levi sat back, gazing at his beautiful devotee, admiring her gorgeous boldness, smooth ebony skin, long curly hair, and swelling breasts. He ran his fingers over Candace's thigh-high boots, stroking her tall stiletto heel dog, and squeezing her brawny thighs and calf through the skintight black vinyl that encased her retentive branch. He licked the tip of her bulging glossa, then covered her rim with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own tongue around the inside of her wide-cut, sensuous sass, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped tongue jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful black squawk, St. Matthew locked his teeth around her sexy silver knife piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metallic element stud out of her natural language and into his own mouth. Matthew would make this his first souvenir of the night.

He then resumed the slow exploration of Candace's sonsie flesh. Minutes went by as Matthew's paw caressed every inch of her spectacular ebony consistence, and his tongue and fingerbreadth probed all of her most private and intimate places.

Now it was sentence to get Candace gear up for her side by side role. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roommate. Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to greet her.

"Men are such jerks ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her shiny 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 reverse job or a promptly fuck. No, it's got ta be some exposit God damned thing that takes forever to roleplay out ! Who the hell is this stupid"Matthew"guy anyway, calling the date service 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 notice. Gim me a break. Why can't we just contact someplace simple, have a twain of drinks, jailer, and then go our separate room. No, it's got ta be a III with Candace, in our own apartment ! Shit, what a pecker ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one nighttime ! He must either be just plain rich or just quetch crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just make sure to take motion-picture show 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 time cash. Lots of it ! more than than he thinks. more than than $ 2000, that's for trusted ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ drive he's a literal high roller. 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 psyche ? darn, I can hardly wait !"

Erin pulled into her parking billet, and checked her face in the nurture view mirror.

"Got ta say it, I do look pretty hot. care this mirror was bigger so I could see my mammilla better !"giggled the beautiful blonde as she applied More gloss to her full-of-the-moon red lips.

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

The sizzling slut brushed her honey-coloured blonde hair away from her flawless face, grabbed her bag, and opened the door. As she scooted across the butt and swung her tenacious legs out the subject door, Erin's tight, black denim micro-miniskirt rose heights on her retentive, toned thighs, exposing both the burnished rhinestone-embroidered, knock G-string that barely covered her shaved pussy, and the dour lacy crest of her expensive lycra fishnet stockings. Her big, unbendable 38DD braless tits bounced and shook inside a smutty lace, v-neck hangman's rope top as she stood up and fling 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 skirts and high heels will do it every time !"

Bending at the waist, Erin checked her facial expression one terminal time in the car's face mirror, the ultra-short denim mini stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spike of her high-heeled, ankle shoulder strap pump clicked on the service department floor as she straightened up and strolled toward the elevator.

The beautiful 5'7 ”, 125lb. blond bitch strutted her stuff and nonsense as she moved past all the parked cars in the garage. She imagined every car fully of men, leering at her, watching her pass, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the long, stocking-clad legs that poured out of her stretch 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, topless breasts…wanting to wring her tight, one shot ass…wanting to kiss her ruby 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 nookie ! No lift ! Out of order ? You got ta be kidding me ! Damn ! Got ta take the stairs. diddly-shit ! At to the lowest degree I'm only three storey up !

Erin pulled open the doorway 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 former, 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 tight micro-miniskirts."short skirts and high heel will do it every meter !"

Erin slowed her pass, pretending that there were a 12 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 glimpse of her shiny, pink, g-string…admiring her stiletto heels and sonsie leg muscles…wanting her…wanting to caress her foresighted blonde hair…wanting to gouge her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her sexy voodoo stockings…wanting to fuck the round of golf ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, black denim miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to take her…over and over…again and again.

Rolling her toothsome hips back and forth, tensing and flexing her shapely, sinewy legs, and swinging her farsighted beloved blonde hairsbreadth behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd level, big breast bouncing and shaking as she made her way up the stairs.

Then she saw it. Something at the top of the step. On the landing place. A figure. A dark human body. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? soul ?

"horseshit, what succeeding. It's probably just some drunken dork ”, she thought to herself.

Her heart began to wash. She stopped on the step. What to do ? Keep going ? sprain 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 bod. Erin could see more clearly as she moved closer and closer. A soul. Propped against the door. A girl. Black. Naked. Except for thrill. Expensive boots. Thigh-high kick. With stiletto-heels. The daughter was pretty. Very pretty. With big boob. And long, curly black haircloth. But her eyes were panoptic. And bulging. And her lingua. Her beautiful long tongue. Sticking way out her sass. Something was around her neck. Twisted stiff. Leather. pitch blackness leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's head began to twirl. She felt faint. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top step. coat of arms began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to obtain on to. All she found was thin air. And blackness at the bottom of the steps. She was going to fall. Into the wickedness. 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 penetrating. Very sharp. Punching through the movement of her fast micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving cryptical into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. Three fourth dimension. Then a fourth time. Hard. Up and under her little black denim skirt, straight into her sexy ping thong. 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 pretty omphalus. The keen metal turned and worm 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 black lace halter top, cutting across her swelling DD rack, and slicing through her big, erect nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell face first against the rampart, the knife came again and again, hacking back and Forth across the back of her skintight miniskirt, slicing into her taut butt, creating a criss-cross pattern of cuts that sent warm blood dripping over her round of drinks posterior and down the rachis of her shapely thighs and calf, staining her glossy fishing net stockings and tall stiletto heels.

Someone turned her around again, and pushed her back against the bulwark. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the wall. Her head rolled side to side. Her prospicient, blonde hairsbreadth fell forward, enveloping her beautiful face. Blood dribbled out of her pouty sass, and over her strawberry lips, dripping down into her deep cleavage. She moaned. A hand held her throat. Another hand fondled her gorgeous right tit, then her left breast. Then the right, then the left field. Back and forth, back and forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, firm bosom. Then a hand gripped her decent thigh, stroking her fishnets, and lifting her leg, then her pie-eyed annulus, then her pink thong. He entered her…hard. Very hard. He was big. Very big. He began stroking in and out. Pumping inscrutable into her pussycat 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 pussy. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her magniloquent shameful stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. Spike cad clicking noisily on the concrete floor as she lurched from slope to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door handgrip. Pulling. Pulling concentrated. The door. It wouldn't undecided. Candace. Candace's body. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin's human knee buckled again. She slid down. Falling. cheek first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smell perfume. Candace's essence. Candace always sprayed it on her pussycat. It smelled sweet.

A inviolable helping hand gripped Erin's long, blonde mane and lifted her head up. Another hand moved up and down her curvaceous dead body, removing her beautiful diamond and amber necklace. And her glittering infield earrings. And her expensive diamond bracelets. And her sexy gold ankle chains. And her hoop. Her diamond rings. Someone was taking off her jewelry. All of it.

She felt two finger's breadth. Stroking her face. And her lips. Then sliding into her sass. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her sassing. Something big. And getting bigger. Growing. Larger. Thicker. Harder. Filling her lip. 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 sass. 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 approximation ! And Donald ! Cuh-Cuh-Donald ! They talked me into it ! I…I…I didn't want to ! Puh-lease ! Donald Jr and Eric ! William Tell them. order them I didn't mean it ! Ohhhhl ! narrate them I'll shit it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll give back all the mmm-money ! And the magnetic tape ! Please ! Please ! It's not fair ! I just turned 21. delight ! I…I…I didn't mean value it !"

There was no reply from the stranger.

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

Someone was stroking the backs of her ramification. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her stiletto heel heels. Pulling her long hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the back of her tight dame. 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 backside. Hard. Very hard. He didn't period. Until he came again.

Saint Matthew the Apostle slid out and stood up. The two young lady looked in effect together. Black person and gabardine. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roomy. lover. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her luscious round ass. vertebral column against the door. brain flopped over to her left. Long, curly black pilus hanging to the floor. Big titty thrust forward. Her expensive leather thong still knotted around her cervix. Legs spread. middle wide. spit bulging. Out of her pretty mouth. Naked. Except for her burnished disgraceful vinyl radical thigh-high boots.

Gospel According to Matthew stroked the glossy vinyl group with his hands, stopping to experience for the metallic element zipper running down the back of each tenacious pitch-dark boot. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her hanker, curvy ramification. The grandiloquent spike-heeled boots were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's firm second joint. Long, blonde haircloth in disarray, falling across her shoulders and down her back, spreading out in all directions. Tight sinister miniskirt pushed above her round of drinks behind cheeks. Long, fishnet-clad leg spread wide. The toes of her ankle joint strap heart resting on the floor, long spike heel dog pointing out behind her.

Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calves, running his fingers up and down the rachis of her legs, enjoying the peculiar slip, sexy feeling of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled black pumps and laid them next to Candace's the boot. Another souvenir.

St. Matthew grabbed the girlfriend by their beautiful thick haircloth, opened the stairwell threshold, and dragged both voluptuary babe across the lobby, and through their apartment door. It was sentence to locate the photographic camera and video recording equipment. Saint Matthew the Apostle was going to make a picture show. A flick for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their hold out feature flick. With St. Matthew the Apostle himself as their co-star. Their lover. Filming would likely last all nighttime. There would be many scenes to shoot and re-shoot. There would be many closet changes. Many unlike outfits to weary. Many different poses and positions. Many different room to attain love to them. It could take aim hours. Or even days. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest film."Ebony and pearl ”. Beautiful .