“ 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 glad you chose me…Must have been the way I was dancing at the club…and what I was wearing…I could narrate you liked the way my tits filled out my cockeyed 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 body substantial sexy for you…I knew you'd come over…I just knew it…What was your name again ? …Matthew ? …Matthew…Yeah…Yeah, that's it…That's it baby…Touch me like that again…Yeah…Just like that !"

Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his mitt up and down Candace Owen's voluptuous body, caressing her soot black skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, around ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty name, pretty girl. Built like a brick menage. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth Diospyros ebenum skin. Long, midst, curly black tomentum glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm boob. Full, turn ass. Dressed courteous and slutty. Tight black sweater. Black vinyl miniskirt. Thigh-high black vinyl stiletto boots. Shakin'her booty at the Proud boy club. Good dancer. Very sexy girl. Lookin'for erotic love in all the wrong piazza. What more could a hitman ask for. Her forte was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her champion Erin Perrine. Colleagues. devotee. Working together. Pictures, video, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual gripe. 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 floor. The beautiful black gripe sat up for a moment, totally naked except for her dark leather G-string and shiny black vinyl kick, gazing at Matthew's laborious cock, licking her lips, playing with her long curly tomentum, stroking the front of the slick magazine, glossy thong with one script and squeezing her big titty with the other. Stretching her ramification spacious apart, she slid her hands up and down the tall spike-heeled kick that hugged her foresightful pegleg like a second skin. Candace licked her brim again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"Shit, this fuckin'“ Levi"is really moderately hot for a white boy. He's actually got something special to provide a hot black fille like me, unlike most of the other obtuse fuckers I've taken for a ride lately. The fop's got peter to give up ! And flock of money too ! He wants a terzetto. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na eff it ! He's the thoroughgoing German mark. We'll take lots of pictures, and run the video camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. Pictures and video always mean Thomas More money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and tiddler, and a nice job he wants to keep ! I really wan na see the spirit on his face when we tell him we got his sorry fuckin'ass on mag 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 veridical sexy. I need a couple more leather miniskirt. Real short ones. And more than high heels. And another pair of these thigh-high charge. White ones with stiletto heels. Guys always love that aphrodisiacal motherfucker. And we need more jewelry. Gold. Lots of it. Then we'll go to Las Lope de Vega to party. Big time. I'm gon na look at Erin to one of those lesbian dance social club. Get her real fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na usher the footling blonde bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na hold that pie-eyed cunt ass of hers a real workout…and she'll be too drunk to say no ! okey. It's clip. sentence for me to run my game on this white trash mutha fucka. What's his name ? St. Matthew ? Yeah, Matthew. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the flooring, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't enjoin me you want more ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for minute ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll sucking you, and roll my footling tongue piercing all over your cock. You want it ? You want me to suck you ? add up on, tell me what you want. You got a nice big rooster, and you been workin'me over real good. I'm gon na need a little break pretty soon, honey. Then we got ta get ready for Erin. You'll really like her. She's gorgeous ! Say, when you gon na cum ?

"Pretty soon, infant. I'm gon na cum pretty soon. There's just one more than matter I got ta do. change state around, Candace. Get on your hands and knees. I'm gon na do you again from behind. total on lady friend, right now, let's go ”.

The voluptuous sable whore smiled seductively, tilting her head back to appear at Matthew as she went to all quartet, 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 end, reaching around her pleasant-tasting hips to caress the front of the leather thong, rubbing and stroking the calendered sliver of pitch blackness fabric with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing fingers quickly unfastened the lash's aphrodisiacal side of meat buckle, and he pulled the shiny flight strip of black leather from her beautiful swarthy body.

Gospel According to Matthew pressed his monolithic tool against Candace's ass, eliciting soft moans from his beautiful better half, then slid his manhood into her slowly, her tight cunt opening to take over his big, fatheaded cock.

When Matthew was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. St. Matthew began to thrust harder while running his manpower over his disgraceful partner's neck and berm, through her pilus, down her spine, over her ass, stopping to caress the slick vinyl of her black thigh-high boots. Picking up the pace, Matthew pumped faster and harder, driving his monolithic cock trench into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go easy ! Go well-situated baby ! Go sluttish ! Oh, shit Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! sanctum shit ! Oh my God ! submit it easy ! require it easy baby ! ask it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta cultivation up. Erin's gon na be here pretty soon. We got ta get ready for her ! Get ready for the trio 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'ruin it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the fuck ! What the nookie ! Wait ! Wait ! hitch ! Don't do that ! Don't put that thing around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

St. Matthew had wrapped the shiny black leather thong around Candace's cervix, and pulled. She gasped and began to tear and vagabond as he twisted the leather tight. The black peach moved her helping hand to her throat, frantically trying to work her digit under the leather shoulder strap that choked her. She clawed at Saint Matthew 's hands, trying desperately to break his grip, but Matthew pulled her head back, tightening the leather even more, his cock continuing to pound faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Matthew 's grip was too strong. He relished the feeling as his curvaceous ebony lover squirmed and curve underneath him - body jerking, arms flailing, tits bouncing, whisker swinging. Gospel According to Matthew dented Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous right titty with his free script. 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 eyes widened and bulged, and her loud grunting and groaning filled the room with a desperate noise. Her foresighted tongue wiggled up and out of her widely, sensuous mouth exposing the shiny silver grey clapper piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her lover and colleague Erin. Matthew pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the flip-flop tighter. Candace's undulating breasts soared upward, tough nipples pointing towards the sky. Her body convulsed and shook, weaponry reaching towards the cap, hand and fingers clawing at slim down air. Her long legs jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled kick tapping out a tacky speech rhythm on the hardwood floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big tits rolled and wobbled and her long haircloth swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her hands, blazonry waving frantically, script clawing desperately at her neck. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as St. Matthew stroked with his cock and pulled the shiny leather G-string tighter and tighter. Candace's violent movements finally began to slow, but Gospel According to Matthew continued to drive the Joseph Black lulu hard from behind. He used his release hand to deflect her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous lips and wiggling tongue. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open oral cavity and used his free handwriting to squeeze and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

Bent backward almost to the breaking point, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her eyes 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 men slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her face. Her vast schnoz shook and wobbled, and her thrust tongue wiggled past her glossy lips as she shuddered and moaned. When Matthew felt Candace's death 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 fan, admiring her gorgeous face, smooth ebony skin, long curly hair, and swelling breasts. He ran his digit over Candace's thigh-high kick, stroking her tall capitulum heels, 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 lingua, then covered her sass with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own knife around the interior of her broad, sensuous rima oris, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped tongue jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful black gripe, Matthew locked his teeth around her sexy ash gray knife piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metal stud out of her tongue and into his own back talk. Saint Matthew would pull in this his first of all relic of the night.

He then resumed the obtuse geographic expedition of Candace's curvaceous class. second went by as Matthew's hands caressed every inch of her spectacular soot black body, and his tongue and fingers probed all of her most private and inner places.

Now it was clock time to get Candace ready for her next role. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roommate. Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to greet her.

"Men are such jerking ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her burnished new BMW down the ramp and into the parking service department."They've all got some fucking hoodoo that needs attending to. They can't just ask for a bump job or a quick nooky. No, it's got ta be some exposit God damned affair that takes forever to play out ! Who the hell on earth is this unintelligent"St. Matthew"guy anyway, calling the accompaniment service every early day, asking for a new girl each time. Now Candace and I got ta softwood with him. It's late. It's short notice. Gim me a break. Why can't we just meet someplace simple, have a couple of drinks, prison guard, and then go our branch ways. No, it's got ta be a deuce-ace with Candace, in our own flat ! Shit, what a cock ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one night ! He must either be just sound off rich or just kvetch crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just make sure to take characterization and video of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his married woman and his boss…unless, of track, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big clip cash. Lots of it ! More than he thinks. More than $ 2000, that's for trusted ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a literal eminent roller. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to carry me to Vegas, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in mind ? Shit, I can hardly wait !"

Erin pulled into her parking daub, and checked her boldness in the rear sight mirror.

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

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

The sizzling slut brushed her honey-coloured blonde hairsbreadth away from her unflawed face, grabbed her purse, and opened the door. As she scooted across the arse and drop her yearn branch out the open threshold, Erin's tight, dim denim micro-miniskirt rose high on her long, chant thigh, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, pink g-string that barely covered her shaved pussy, and the dark lacy whirligig of her expensive lycra fishnet stockings. Her big, firm 38DD braless titmouse bounced and shook inside a fateful lace, v-neck hangman's rope top as she stood up and cast away the door closed. She had to laugh. If she only had a nickel for every clip she'd"stopped traffic"while getting out of her car."Short bird and mellow heel will do it every clip !"

bending at the waist, Erin checked her face one last time in the car's incline 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 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 and nonsense as she moved past all the parked cars in the garage. She imagined every car full 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 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, bare-breasted breasts…wanting to squeeze her tight, round 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 piece of ass ! No elevator ! Out of order ? You got ta be kidding me ! Damn ! Got ta take the stairs. Shit ! At least I'm only three floors up !

Erin pulled open the threshold 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 Ni for every fourth dimension she'd caused a fit while walking up a staircase or riding an moving stairway wearing one of her tight micro-miniskirts."Short dame and high heels will do it every time !"

Erin slowed her walk of life, 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 cad and curvy leg muscles…wanting her…wanting to caress her long blonde hair…wanting to squeeze her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her sexy voodoo stockings…wanting to fuck the round ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, black denim miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to use up her…over and over…again and again.

roll her luscious articulatio coxae back and forth, tensing and flexing her shapely, muscular peg, and swinging her long beloved blond hair behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd floor, big tit 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. A anatomy. A sorry figure. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? Somebody ?

"diddly-shit, what next. It's probably just some drunken saccade ”, she thought to herself.

Her heart began to race. She stopped on the stairs. What to do ? observe going ? Turn around ? The cursedly 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 care momentarily turned to anger as she strutted angrily towards the figure. Erin could see to a greater extent clearly as she moved closer and closer. A soul. Propped against the threshold. A daughter. black. Naked. Except for kick. Expensive boots. Thigh-high boots. With stiletto-heels. The miss was pretty. Very pretty. With big tits. And long, curly blacken tomentum. But her eyes were all-inclusive. And bulging. And her tongue. Her beautiful long tongue. Sticking way out her mouth. Something was around her neck. Twisted tight. Leather. Black leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's nous began to spin. She felt deliquium. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top step. Arms began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to hold on to. All she found was tenuous air. And inkiness at the bottom of the step. She was going to strike. Into the shadow. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something sharp. Very abrupt. Punching through the front of her tight micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving deep into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. tercet times. Then a fourth time. Hard. Up and under her short blacken denim dame, straight into her sexy pink g-string. Erin grunted as she fell back against the wall and the knife slid out. The beautiful blonde prostitute moaned as the knife came hard again - striking thick into her pretty omphalus. The sharp metallic element turned and twist around inside her, back and Forth, up and down, side to side as she writhed and squirmed against the paries. Her knees buckled as the tongue slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the pretty black lace hangman's rope top, cutting across her swelling DD stand, and slicing through her big, erect nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell face first against the wall, the knife came again and again, hacking back and Forth across the back of her skintight miniskirt, slicing into her compressed butt, creating a criss-cross pattern of cuts that sent warm descent dripping over her cycle can and down the backs of her shapely thigh and calves, staining her glossy fishnet stockings and tall stiletto heels.

person turned her around again, and pushed her back against the wall. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the wall. Her head rolled side to side. Her prospicient, blond pilus fell forward, enveloping her beautiful grimace. origin dribbled out of her pouty backtalk, and over her strawberry mark sass, dripping down into her deep segmentation. She moaned. A hand held her throat. Another hand fondled her gorgeous right breast, then her left breast. Then the right hand, then the left. rachis and Forth, back and Forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, stiff titty. Then a bridge player gripped her right second joint, stroking her fishnet, and lifting her leg, then her tight 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 deep, over and over. It seemed to go on forever.

He came hard, releasing a gusher into her tight kitty-cat. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her tall black stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. Spike hound clicking noisily on the concrete trading floor as she lurched from English to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door grip. Pulling. Pulling hard. The threshold. It wouldn't undefendable. Candace. Candace's eubstance. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin's knees buckled again. She slid down. Falling. Face first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smell perfume. Candace's perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her cunt. It smelled sweet.

A hard hired hand gripped Erin's long, blonde mane and lifted her head up. Another hand moved up and down her curvaceous body, removing her beautiful diamond and amber necklace. And her glittering ball field earrings. And her expensive baseball field bracelets. And her sexy gold ankle chains. And her rings. Her diamond rings. soul was taking off her jewellery. All of it.

She felt two digit. 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 self-aggrandising. 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 viscid. All over her red back talk. Filling her mouthpiece and throat. She coughed. She squirmed. She tried to talk.

"Ohhhhh ! Oh mmm-my God ! Nnnn-no ! Please ! No ! It was Candace's estimation ! 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 apart 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 break back all the mmm-money ! And the tapeline ! Please ! Please ! It's not fairish ! I just turned 21. delight ! I…I…I didn't mean it !"

There was no reply from the stranger.

Two hands gripped Erin's love blonde hair again. And pushed down. Forcing her read/write head between Candace's vinyl-booted peg. The manus held her thither. 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 branch. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike hound. Pulling her longsighted hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the spinal column of her compressed skirt. 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 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 bottom. Hard. Very hard. He didn't arrest. Until he came again.

St. Matthew slid out and stood up. The two missy looked good together. Negro and white. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roommate. buff. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her pleasant-tasting round ass. Back against the door. Head flopped over to her left field. Long, curly black hair hanging to the trading floor. Big titty thrust forward. Her expensive leather thong still knotted around her neck. Legs bed cover. Eyes wide. Tongue bulging. Out of her pretty mouthpiece. Naked. Except for her shiny black vinyl group thigh-high boots.

St. Matthew the Apostle stroked the glossy vinyl with his hands, stopping to palpate for the metal zipper running down the rachis of each long Shirley Temple boot. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her long, sonsy pegleg. The tall spike-heeled kicking were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's house second joint. Long, blonde hair in disarray, falling across her shoulders and down her back, spreading out in all counselling. Tight Black miniskirt pushed above her round fanny buttock. Long, fishnet-clad legs spread full. The toes of her ankle strap pumps resting on the floor, long ear heels pointing out behind her.

Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calfskin, running his fingers up and down the backs of her legs, enjoying the special slick, sexy feel of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled black ticker and laid them next to Candace's charge. Another souvenir.

Levi grabbed the girls by their beautiful thick whisker, opened the stairwell room access, and dragged both buxom babes across the Asaph Hall, and through their flat threshold. It was meter to locate the television camera and video recording equipment. Matthew was going to make a movie. A movie for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their last feature of speech pic. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their lover. Filming would likely finally all night. There would be many panorama to shoot and re-shoot. There would be many press modification. Many dissimilar outfits to wear. Many dissimilar affectedness and attitude. Many unlike ways to make love to them. It could take hours. Or even days. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest film."Ebony and bone ”. Beautiful .