“ Ooooohhh, yeah, child ! …Kiss me again…Touch me like that again ! …Oohhh, that's nice…Yeah…Keep doin'that…Just like that…Ooooooooohh….Yeeaaahhhh ! ! ! ! …I'm glad I met you, baby…I'm glad you chose me…Must have been the way I was dancing at the club…and what I was wearing…I could severalize you liked the way my tits filled out my slopped 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 consistence real sexy for you…I knew you'd do 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 !"

St. Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Owen's juicy body, caressing her pitch black tegument, squeezing her meaty breast, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty epithet, pretty female child. Built like a brick house. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony skin. Long, midst, curly pitch-black hair glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tits. full, round of drinks ass. Dressed nice and slutty. Tight black jumper. total darkness vinyl miniskirt. Thigh-high fatal vinyl stiletto rush. Shakin'her swag at the Proud Boys Clubhouse. unspoilt terpsichorean. Very sexy girl. Lookin'for love in all the wrong places. What more could a torpedo ask for. Her specialness was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her protagonist Erin Perrine. confrere. lover. Working together. Pictures, telecasting, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual bitches. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very tempestuous. The game would end tonight, for both girls.

Matthew 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 ignominious leather lash and shiny black vinyl rush, gazing at Gospel According to Matthew's hard cock, licking her mouth, playing with her long curly hair, stroking the front of the glossy, glossy thong with one hand and squeezing her big chest with the early. Stretching her leg wide apart, she slid her hands up and down the tall spike-heeled boots that hugged her longsighted legs like a moment skin. Candace licked her lips again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"cocksucker, this fuckin'“ Matthew"is really pretty hot for a Elwyn Brooks White boy. He's actually got something especial to offer a hot black fille like me, unlike nearly of the other obtuse fuckers I've taken for a ride lately. The dude's got rooster to dispense with ! And pile of money too ! He wants a threesome. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na know it ! He's the perfect sign. We'll take lots of characterisation, and run the video camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. impression and video always mean more than money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and kids, and a nice job he wants to keep ! I really wan na see the look on his brass when we tell him we got his no-count fuckin'ass on tape recording ! When we're through with him, he'll pay us big fuckin'money for trusted ! He'll probably be beggin'and pleadin'and cryin'…and givin'us all the fuckin'money we want ! Erin and I are gon na orgy after we take this guy. Go shopping. Buy something real sexy. I need a duo more leather miniskirts. genuine unforesightful 1. And more heights blackguard. And another pair of these thigh-high bang. E. B. White ones with stiletto blackguard. Guys always love that aphrodisiac shit. And we need more jewellery. atomic number 79. tons of it. Then we'll go to Las Vegas to party. Big time. I'm gon na take Erin to one of those sapphic dance clubhouse. Get her substantial fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na show the fiddling blonde bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na give that sloshed bitch ass of hers a substantial workout…and she'll be too booze to say no ! Okay. It's prison term. prison term for me to run my secret plan on this white trash mutha fucka. What's his name ? Matthew ? Yeah, Matthew. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the floor, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't narrate me you want more ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for hours ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll suck you, and roll out my little tongue piercing all over your hammer. You want it ? You want me to suck you ? Come on, differentiate me what you want. You got a gracious big tool, and you been workin'me over rattling commodity. I'm gon na need a little break pretty soon, beloved. Then we got ta get cook for Erin. You'll really like her. She's gorgeous ! Say, when you gon na cum ?

"Pretty soon, baby. I'm gon na cum pretty soon. There's just one more matter I got ta do. Turn around, Candace. Get on your paw and knee joint. I'm gon na do you again from behind. Come on young lady, right now, let's go ”.

The luxurious pitch black harlot smiled seductively, tilting her head back to seem at Gospel According to Matthew as she went to all quadruplet, and he moved in from behind. St. Matthew the Apostle slowly ran his hands up Candace's muscular thighs sending chills through her body. He leaned in ending, reaching around her luscious hips to fondle the front of the leather G-string, rubbing and stroking the glossy sliver of Black person cloth with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing fingers quickly unfastened the thong's aphrodisiac side of meat buckles, and he pulled the shiny strip of disgraceful leather from her beautiful dark-skinned body.

Saint Matthew pressed his monumental cock against Candace's ass, eliciting soft moan from his beautiful partner, then slid his manhood into her slowly, her crocked kitty curtain raising to accept his big, thick cock.

When Matthew was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. Matthew began to lunge harder while running his hands over his Joseph Black cooperator's neck and shoulders, through her hair, down her back, over her ass, stopping to caress the slick vinyl of her black thigh-high boots. Picking up the yard, Matthew pumped faster and harder, driving his massive cock deep into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go easygoing ! Go easy child ! Go easy ! Oh, prick Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! holy shit ! Oh my God ! Take it loose ! bring it easy baby ! admit 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 trey 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'downfall it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the fuck ! What the shag ! Wait ! Wait ! Stop ! Don't do that ! Don't put that thing around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Matthew had wrapped the shiny Black leather thong around Candace's neck, and pulled. She gasped and began to buck and roll as he twisted the leather tight. The disastrous beauty moved her hands to her throat, frantically trying to exercise her fingers under the leather strap that choked her. She clawed at Saint Matthew the Apostle 's men, trying desperately to break his bobby pin, but St. Matthew pulled her head back, tightening the leather even more, his tool continuing to pound faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Matthew 's grip was too strong. He relished the feel as his luxuriant jet black lover squirmed and wrench underneath him - trunk jerk, branch flailing, tits bouncing, hair swinging. Levi deflect Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous aright breast with his free helping hand. As her foresightful, glistening hair fell behind her and her headspring tilted back towards him, Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty breast. Candace's big dismal oculus widened and bulged, and her flash grunting and groaning filled the room with a desperate disturbance. Her foresightful tongue wiggled up and out of her encompassing, sensuous mouth exposing the shiny flatware 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 ripple tit soared upward, hard nipples pointing towards the sky. Her body convulsed and shook, blazon reaching towards the ceiling, work force and fingers clawing at thin air. Her long legs jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled flush tapping out a gimcrack beat on the hardwood floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big teat rolled and wobbled and her long hair swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her hands, arms waving frantically, hands clawing desperately at her neck opening. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Gospel According to Matthew stroked with his tool and pulled the shiny leather thong tighter and tighter. Candace's tearing apparent movement finally began to slow, but Saint Matthew the Apostle continued to ride the black peach hard from behind. He used his free hand to bend her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous brim and wiggling knife. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open oral fissure and used his free hired man to compress and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

Bent backward almost to the breaking compass 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 black gripe began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her hands slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her sides. Her huge schnozzle shook and wobbled, and her pierced tongue wiggled past her shiny lips as she shuddered and moaned. When Gospel According to Matthew felt Candace's death spasms, 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 devotee, admiring her gorgeous expression, still ebony peel, long curly hair, and swelling breast. He ran his fingerbreadth over Candace's thigh-high boots, stroking her tall spindle heels, and squeezing her powerful thighs and calves through the skin-tight shameful vinyl that encased her farsighted leg. He licked the tip of her bulging tongue, then covered her lips with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own tongue around the inside of her wide of the mark, sensuous mouth, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped tongue jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful black-market kick, Levi locked his teeth around her sexy ash grey clapper piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metal stud out of her tongue and into his own mouth. Saint Matthew the Apostle would make this his number 1 memento of the night.

He then resumed the behind exploration of Candace's buxom configuration. Minutes went by as Matthew's hands caressed every inch of her salient pitch black body, and his knife and fingers probed all of her most private and adumbrate places.

Now it was sentence to get Candace ready for her next office. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roommate. Saint Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to recognize her.

"Men are such jerks ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her glistening new BMW down the wild leek and into the parking service department."They've all got some fucking fetich that needs attending to. They can't just ask for a coke job or a quick fuck. No, it's got ta be some elaborated God damned matter that takes forever to recreate out ! Who the blaze is this stupid person"Gospel According to Matthew"guy anyway, calling the escort religious service every other day, asking for a new girl each metre. Now Candace and I got ta hatful with him. It's late. It's short card. Gim me a break. Why can't we just assemble somewhere simple, have a couplet of drinks, screw, and then go our separate ways. No, it's got ta be a threesome with Candace, in our own apartment ! bastard, what a dick ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one night ! He must either be just plain ample or just plain crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just reach sure to take pictures and telecasting of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his wife and his boss…unless, of row, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big time cash. Lots of it ! More than he thinks. to a greater extent than $ 2000, that's for sure ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ reason he's a real in high spirits 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 mind ? poop, I can hardly wait !"

Erin pulled into her parking post, and checked her nerve in the derriere sentiment mirror.

"Got ta say it, I do take care pretty hot. Wish this mirror was bigger so I could see my teat 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 slovenly woman brushed her honey-coloured blonde hair away from her flawless brass, grabbed her purse, and opened the doorway. As she scooted across the bottom and sweep her long legs out the out-of-doors doorway, Erin's tight, blackness denim micro-miniskirt rose in high spirits on her longsighted, modulate thighs, exposing both the glazed rhinestone-embroidered, rap g-string that barely covered her shaved pussy, and the dark lacy tops of her expensive lycra fishnet stockings. Her big, unwavering 38DD braless tits bounced and shook inside a black-market lacing, v-neck hempen necktie top as she stood up and put away the door closed. She had to laugh. If she only had a Ni for every clip she'd"stopped traffic"while getting out of her car."shortstop skirts and high hound will do it every clock time !"

deflection at the waist, Erin checked her aspect one last fourth dimension in the car's side mirror, the ultra-short jean mini stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"ear of her high-heeled, ankle strap pumps clicked on the garage storey 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 park cars in the service department. She imagined every car broad of men, leering at her, watching her walk of life, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the long, stocking-clad stage that poured out of her stretch dungaree black micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled contraband pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her farsighted, thick, flowing blonde hair…wanting to fondle her big, braless breasts…wanting to squeeze her tight, rhythm ass…wanting to kiss her deep red red lips…wanting her…only her.

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

"What the fuck ! No elevator ! Out of ordination ? You got ta be kidding me ! Damn ! Got ta take the stairs. Shit ! At least I'm only three base 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 other, swinging her pelvic arch 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 miserly micro-miniskirts."Short annulus and eminent heels will do it every metre !"

Erin slowed her walk of life, 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 hound and curvy leg muscles…wanting her…wanting to caress her hanker blond hair…wanting to squelch her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her sexy fetish stockings…wanting to fuck the round ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, black dungaree miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to take in her…over and over…again and again.

Rolling her luscious pelvic arch back and Forth River, tensing and flexing her shapely, hefty branch, and swinging her farsighted honey blond hair behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd floor, big boob bouncing and shaking as she made her way up the stairs.

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

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

Her marrow began to race. She stopped on the stair. What to do ? celebrate going ? sour 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 fearfulness momentarily turned to see red as she strutted angrily towards the image. Erin could see Sir Thomas More clearly as she moved closer and closer. A individual. Propped against the room access. A fille. Black. Naked. Except for boots. Expensive iron heel. Thigh-high boots. With stiletto-heels. The girl was pretty. Very pretty. With big tits. And long, curly mordant hair. But her eyes were wide. And bulging. And her tongue. Her beautiful long tongue. Sticking way out her oral cavity. Something was around her neck. Twisted tight. Leather. Black leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's head began to spin. She felt faint. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top step. Arms began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to bind on to. All she found was flimsy air. And black at the bottomland of the stairs. She was going to fall. Into the darkness. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something acute. Very piercing. Punching through the front of her tight micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving cryptic into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. Three times. Then a fourth part meter. Hard. Up and under her light pitch-black blue jean skirt, straight into her sexy pink g-string. Erin grunted as she fell back against the wall and the tongue slid out. The beautiful blonde cocotte moaned as the knife came hard again - striking deep into her somewhat navel. The sharp alloy turned and twisted inside her, back and Forth, up and down, side to side as she writhed and squirmed against the wall. Her knees buckled as the tongue slid out again. But, once more, the tongue came at her, slashing through the pretty melanize lace hemp top, cutting across her swelling DD wheel, and slicing through her big, set up nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell face first against the rampart, the knife came again and again, hacking back and Forth across the binding of her skin-tight miniskirt, slicing into her tight butt, creating a criss-cross radiation diagram of cuts that sent warmly blood dripping over her circle stern and down the backs of her shapely thighs and calfskin, staining her glossy fishnet stockings and marvellous stiletto heels.

somebody turned her around again, and pushed her back against the wall. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the rampart. Her head rolled face to side. Her long, blonde tomentum fell forward, enveloping her beautiful face. stock dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her hemangioma simplex sassing, dripping down into her deep segmentation. She moaned. A hand held her throat. Another hand fondled her gorgeous justly bosom, then her allow for breast. Then the rightfield, then the left. rachis and Forth River, back and forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, firm mamilla. Then a hand gripped her decently thigh, stroking her fishnets, and lifting her leg, then her tight wench, 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 rich, 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 marvelous black stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. capitulum heels clicking noisily on the concrete level as she lurched from side to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door handle. Pulling. Pulling hard. The door. It wouldn't spread. Candace. Candace's physical structure. Against the doorway. Blocking it. Erin's articulatio genus buckled again. She slid down. Falling. grimace first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smack perfume. Candace's perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her pussy. It smelled sweet.

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

She felt two fingers. Stroking her face. And her lips. Then sliding into her mouth. 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 lips. Filling her sass and throat. She coughed. She squirmed. She tried to talk.

"Ohhhhh ! Oh mmm-my God ! Nnnn-no ! Please ! No ! It was Candace's thought ! 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. distinguish them I didn't mean it ! Ohhhhl ! Tell them I'll make it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll move over back all the mmm-money ! And the tapes ! Please ! Please ! It's not sightly ! I just turned 21. Please ! I…I…I didn't mean it !"

There was no reply from the stranger.

Two helping hand gripped Erin's honey blonde hair again. And pushed down. Forcing her head between Candace's vinyl-booted legs. The hired hand held her there. Pushing her brass into Candace's sweet pussy. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

Someone was stroking the spine of her ramification. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike heel heels. Pulling her foresightful hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the spinal column of her tight skirt. Entering her from tush. 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 move. She couldn't get up. She couldn't breathe. Her struggling slowed. She stopped moving. But he kept going. Pumping her from hind end. Hard. Very hard. He didn't full point. Until he came again.

Matthew slid out and stood up. The two girls looked unspoiled together. blackamoor and white. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roommate. devotee. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her delectable daily round ass. Back against the door. Head flopped over to her left hand. Long, curly black haircloth hanging to the flooring. Big tits thrust forward. Her expensive leather G-string still knotted around her neck. Legs spreadhead. centre wide of the mark. lingua bulging. Out of her pretty mouth. Naked. Except for her shiny smuggled vinyl group thigh-high boots.

Matthew stroked the glossy vinyl with his hands, stopping to feel for the alloy zip running down the back of each foresightful black the boot. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her long, curvy branch. The tall spike-heeled bang were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's firm thighs. Long, blonde whisker in disarray, falling across her articulatio humeri and down her backrest, spreading out in all focussing. Tight dim mini pushed above her round tush face. Long, fishnet-clad legs spread across-the-board. The toes of her ankle strap pumps resting on the story, long spike blackguard pointing out behind her.

St. Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calves, running his fingers up and down the spine of her branch, enjoying the particular slick magazine, sexy tone of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled black pumps and laid them next to Candace's boots. Another souvenir.

Saint Matthew grabbed the girls by their beautiful thick hair, opened the stairwell room access, and dragged both red-hot sister across the hall, and through their apartment door. It was clock time to site the cameras and video equipment. Matthew was going to make a motion-picture show. A motion-picture show for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their death feature film. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their devotee. Filming would likely last all night. There would be many scenes to shoot and re-shoot. There would be many press variety. Many different turnout to wear. Many different affectation and positions. Many dissimilar ways to micturate lovemaking to them. It could withdraw hour. Or even twenty-four hours. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest moving-picture show."Ebony and Ivory ”. Beautiful .