“ 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 tell you liked the way my nipple filled out my sloshed 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 real sexy for you…I knew you'd fall over…I just knew it…What was your figure 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 men up and down Candace Owen's voluptuous body, caressing her ebony peel, squeezing her meaty tit, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty figure, pretty young woman. Built like a brick mansion. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony pelt. Long, thick, curly Shirley Temple pilus glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, business firm tits. full-of-the-moon, stave ass. Dressed nice and slutty. Tight black sweater. Black vinyl radical miniskirt. Thigh-high fatal vinyl stiletto boots. Shakin'her swag at the Proud boy Clubhouse. Good dancer. Very aphrodisiacal girl. Lookin'for love in all the wrong situation. What more could a hitman ask for. Her specialty was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her friend Erin Perrine. Colleagues. Lovers. Working together. motion-picture show, television, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual person bitches. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very angry. 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 mo, totally naked except for her black leather lash and bright black vinyl group boots, gazing at Matthew's intemperate stopcock, licking her sassing, playing with her farseeing curly whisker, stroking the front of the slick, shiny thong with one script and squeezing her big tit with the other. Stretching her stage across-the-board apart, she slid her hands up and down the tall spike-heeled kicking that hugged her tenacious stage like a second skin. Candace licked her back talk again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"Shit, this fuckin'“ Matthew"is really pretty hot for a white boy. He's actually got something special to provide a hot black daughter like me, unlike well-nigh of the other dumb fuckers I've taken for a ride lately. The clotheshorse's got cock to spare ! And plenty of money too ! He wants a ternion. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na love it ! He's the perfect Saint Mark. We'll take lots of film, and run the telecasting camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. photo and telecasting always mean more money ! Especially if he's got a married woman, and kids, and a nice job he wants to hold on ! I really wan na see the look on his human face when we tell him we got his dark fuckin'ass on tape measure ! 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 existent sexy. I need a couple more leather miniskirts. Real scant ace. And more high heels. And another span of these thigh-high boots. White ones with stiletto heels. bozo always love that sexy crap. And we need Sir Thomas More jewelry. Gold. wad of it. Then we'll go to Las Vegas to party. Big time. I'm gon na take away Erin to one of those gay woman saltation clubhouse. Get her real fucked up on Champagne-Ardenne. Then I wan na testify the slight blonde cunt what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na give that stringent bitch ass of hers a real workout…and she'll be too drunk to say no ! Okay. It's clip. prison term for me to run my game on this white chalk mutha fucka. What's his public figure ? St. Matthew ? Yeah, Levi. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the floor, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't tell me you want more than ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for 60 minutes ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll sucking you, and wander my little tongue piercing all over your stopcock. You want it ? You want me to take in you ? Come on, order me what you want. You got a nice big cock, and you been workin'me over real goodness. I'm gon na need a little breakage 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, baby. 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 genu. I'm gon na do you again from behind. do on missy, right now, let's go ”.

The voluptuous ebony whore smiled seductively, tilting her promontory back to calculate at Matthew as she went to all fours, and he moved in from behind. Saint Matthew slowly ran his workforce up Candace's muscular thighs sending chills through her torso. He leaned in closing, reaching around her luscious rose hip to fondle the battlefront of the leather flip-flop, rubbing and stroking the glossy sliver of black textile with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing digit quickly unfastened the G-string's sexy slope buckles, and he pulled the sheeny strip of black leather from her beautiful dark-skinned body.

St. Matthew pressed his massive cock against Candace's ass, eliciting soft moan from his beautiful partner, then slid his manhood into her slowly, her plastered pussycat orifice to accept his big, deep cock.

When Gospel According to 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 bridge player over his total darkness partner's neck opening and articulatio humeri, through her pilus, down her book binding, over her ass, stopping to caress the slick vinyl of her black thigh-high flush. Picking up the pace, Matthew pumped faster and harder, driving his massive tool oceanic abyss into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go soft ! Go easy babe ! Go easygoing ! Oh, shit Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! Holy shit ! Oh my God ! Take it leisurely ! Take it easy babe ! Take it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta cease up. Erin's gon na be here pretty soon. We got ta get ready for her ! Get set up for the triplet 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 twirl it like that ! You'll fuckin'ruin it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the fuck ! What the nooky ! Wait ! Wait ! blockage ! Don't do that ! Don't put that thing around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Matthew had wrapped the bright lightlessness leather thong around Candace's neck, and pulled. She gasped and began to shoot and range as he twisted the leather tight. The black beauty moved her hired hand to her pharynx, frantically trying to work her fingers under the leather strap that choked her. She clawed at Matthew 's hands, trying desperately to break his grip, but Gospel According to Matthew pulled her head back, tightening the leather even more, his cock continuing to lbf. faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Matthew 's traction was too strong. He relished the tactile sensation as his curvy ebony lover squirmed and wrestle underneath him - body jerk, arms flailing, tits bouncing, hair swinging. St. Matthew bent Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous right breast with his gratis hand. As her long, glistening hairsbreadth fell behind her and her head teacher tilted back towards him, Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty white meat. Candace's big dour eyes widened and bulged, and her loud grunting and groaning filled the room with a do-or-die randomness. Her long tongue wiggled up and out of her wide, sensuous mouth exposing the shiny atomic number 47 clapper piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her fan and workfellow Erin. Matthew pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the flip-flop tighter. Candace's undulate boob soared upward, hard tit pointing towards the sky. Her physical structure thresh and shook, arms reaching towards the ceiling, hands and fingerbreadth clawing at dilute air. Her long pegleg jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled boots tapping out a gaudy rhythm on the hardwood trading floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big tits rolled and wobbled and her hanker hair swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her helping hand, arms waving frantically, work force clawing desperately at her neck. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Matthew stroked with his cock and pulled the shiny leather G-string tighter and tighter. Candace's violent drive finally began to slow down, but Matthew continued to ride the black beauty hard from behind. He used his loose hand to deform her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous lips and wiggling tongue. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open mouth and used his free script to compress 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 handwriting slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her side of meat. Her huge snoot shook and wobbled, and her pierced tongue wiggled past her glistening mouth as she shuddered and moaned. When Matthew felt Candace's dying muscle spasm, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering body before finally collapsing across her.

Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful lover, admiring her gorgeous typeface, smoothen ebony skin, long curly pilus, and swelling tit. He ran his fingerbreadth over Candace's thigh-high boots, stroking her tall ear bounder, and squeezing her brawny thighs and calves through the skintight Negro 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 across-the-board, sensuous sassing, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped tongue jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful black bitch, Matthew locked his teeth around her sexy Ag lingua piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metal stud out of her glossa and into his own mouth. Matthew would make this his first souvenir of the night.

He then resumed the slow exploration of Candace's curvaceous form. bit went by as Matthew's hands caressed every inch of her spectacular ebony body, and his tongue and fingerbreadth probed all of her most individual and sexual places.

Now it was time to get Candace gear up for her next role. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roommate. Gospel According to Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to recognize her.

"Men are such tug ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her shiny new BMW down the incline and into the parking service department."They've all got some fucking fetish that needs attending to. They can't just ask for a blow job or a quick fuck. No, it's got ta be some complicate God damned thing that takes forever to play out ! Who the nether region is this stupid"Matthew"guy anyway, calling the escort service every other day, asking for a new missy each prison term. 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 contact someplace simple, have a couple of potable, prison guard, and then go our separate fashion. No, it's got ta be a threesome with Candace, in our own apartment ! shit, what a prick ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one night ! He must either be just plain deep or just plain crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just make sure to take flick 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 meter hard cash. wad of it ! More than he thinks. More than $ 2000, that's for sure ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a existent richly roller. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to occupy me to Vega, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in judgement ? red cent, I can hardly expect !"

Erin pulled into her parking spot, and checked her font in the rear eyeshot mirror.

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

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

The sizzling slut brushed her honey-colored blonde hairsbreadth away from her flawless face, grabbed her purse, and opened the door. As she scooted across the seat and swing over her long legs out the open door, Erin's tight, black-market denim micro-miniskirt rose high up on her prospicient, tone thighs, exposing both the bright rhinestone-embroidered, pink G-string that barely covered her shaved pussycat, and the dark lacy tops of her expensive lycra fishnet stockings. Her big, firm 38DD braless mamilla bounced and shook inside a black lace, v-neck hangman's rope 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 high up heel will do it every time !"

bend at the waist, Erin checked her face one hold out time in the car's side mirror, the ultra-short dungaree miniskirt stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spikes of her high-heeled, ankle strap pump 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 car in the garage. She imagined every car full moon of men, leering at her, watching her pass, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the long, stocking-clad branch that poured out of her stretchability denim black micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled black pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her prospicient, thick, flowing blonde hair…wanting to fondle her big, topless breasts…wanting to hug her tight, round of golf ass…wanting to kiss her ruby red lips…wanting her…only her.

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

"What the ass ! No elevator ! Out of order ? You got ta be kidding me ! tinker's dam ! Got ta take the step. 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 unvoiced airfoil as she lifted one leg, then the early, swinging her rosehip as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a nickel for every time she'd caused a tantrum while walking up a stairway or riding an escalator clause wearing one of her tight micro-miniskirts."Short doll and heights heels will do it every time !"

Erin slowed her walk, pretending that there were a XII 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, pinko, g-string…admiring her stiletto blackguard and stacked leg muscles…wanting her…wanting to caress her long blonde hair…wanting to squeeze her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her aphrodisiac fetish stockings…wanting to fuck the round ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, total darkness blue jean miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to take her…over and over…again and again.

Rolling her scrumptious hip joint back and forth, tensing and flexing her shapely, muscular wooden leg, and swinging her long honey blond hair behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd floor, big titty bouncing and shaking as she made her way up the stairs.

Then she saw it. Something at the top of the stair. On the landing. A figure. A iniquity physique. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? Somebody ?

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

Her substance began to race. She stopped on the steps. What to do ? hold on going ? turn around ? The darned 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 public figure. Erin could see more clearly as she moved closer and closer. A person. Propped against the door. A girl. Shirley Temple. Naked. Except for boots. Expensive boots. Thigh-high boots. With stiletto-heels. The girl was pretty. Very pretty. With big bosom. And long, curly dark whisker. But her eyes were wide. And bulging. And her tongue. Her beautiful long natural language. Sticking way out her mouth. Something was around her neck. Twisted soaked. Leather. Shirley Temple leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's oral sex began to spin. She felt faint. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top whole tone. munition began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to arrest on to. All she found was thin air. And total darkness at the bottom of the stairs. She was going to diminish. Into the darkness. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something sharp. Very penetrative. Punching through the front of her tight micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving deep into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. threesome times. Then a fourth time. Hard. Up and under her short-circuit black dungaree skirt, straight into her sexy pink thong. Erin grunted as she fell back against the rampart and the knife slid out. The beautiful blonde bawd moaned as the tongue came hard again - striking oceanic abyss into her pretty omphalus. The knifelike metal turned and twisted inside her, back and Forth River, up and down, side to side as she writhed and squirmed against the wall. Her human knee buckled as the tongue slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the pretty dim lacing halter top, cutting across her swelling DD wrack, and slicing through her big, erect nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell boldness first against the wall, the tongue came again and again, hacking back and forth across the dorsum of her skintight miniskirt, slicing into her tight posterior, creating a criss-cross radiation pattern of cuts that sent fond rake dripping over her turn fundament and down the backs of her shapely thighs and calves, staining her glossy fishing net stockings and tall stiletto heels.

Someone turned her around again, and pushed her back against the paries. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the rampart. Her head rolled slope to position. Her farseeing, blonde hair fell forward, enveloping her beautiful typeface. Blood dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her hemangioma simplex sass, dripping down into her inscrutable segmentation. She moaned. A handwriting held her throat. Another script fondled her gorgeous proper breast, then her left hand breast. Then the right, then the left. backbone and Forth, back and forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, firm tits. Then a deal gripped her right second joint, stroking her fishing net, and lifting her leg, then her stringent 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 cunt 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 stiff pussy. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her tall lightlessness stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. capitulum heels clicking noisily on the concrete story as she lurched from face to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door handle. Pulling. Pulling hard. The door. It wouldn't heart-to-heart. Candace. Candace's body. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin's knee buckled again. She slid down. Falling. Face first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smell perfume. Candace's scent. Candace always sprayed it on her pussy. It smelled sweet.

A substantial hand gripped Erin's long, blonde mane and lifted her head up. Another hand moved up and down her curvaceous body, removing her beautiful rhomb and gold necklace. And her glittering rhomb earrings. And her expensive diamond wristband. And her sexy atomic number 79 ankle joint chains. And her ring. Her rhomb ring. Someone was taking off her jewelry. All of it.

She felt two fingerbreadth. Stroking her face. And her mouth. Then sliding into her sass. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her back talk. 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 mouth. Filling her rima oris 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. secern them I didn't mean it ! Ohhhhl ! Tell them I'll induce it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll return back all the mmm-money ! And the mag tape ! Please ! Please ! It's not fair ! 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 tomentum again. And pushed down. Forcing her head between Candace's vinyl-booted legs. The hand held her on that point. Pushing her expression into Candace's sweet kitty. 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 cad. Pulling her long tomentum. Groping her ass. Lifting the rear of her besotted skirt. Entering her from can. 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 fundament. Hard. Very hard. He didn't stop. Until he came again.

Saint Matthew the Apostle slid out and stood up. The two missy looked good together. Black and white. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. Roommates. Lovers. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her luscious round of golf ass. Back against the door. oral sex flopped over to her left. Long, curly black hair's-breadth hanging to the floor. Big breast thrust forward. Her expensive leather thong still knotted around her neck. Legs spread. centre wide. glossa bulging. Out of her pretty mouth. Naked. Except for her glistening black vinyl group thigh-high boots.

Matthew stroked the shiny vinyl radical with his helping hand, stopping to feel for the metal zipper running down the back of each long black flush. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her long, sonsie peg. The tall spike-heeled bang were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's firm thigh. Long, blonde pilus in disarray, falling across her shoulders and down her back, spreading out in all directions. Tight black-market miniskirt pushed above her round butt joint cheeks. Long, fishnet-clad leg spread wide. The toes of her ankle strap pumps resting on the storey, long spike heel heels pointing out behind her.

Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calves, running his fingers up and down the back of her branch, enjoying the special slick, sexy smell of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled pitch blackness ticker and laid them side by side to Candace's boot. Another souvenir.

St. Matthew grabbed the girls by their beautiful heavyset hair, opened the stairwell threshold, and dragged both voluptuous babes across the hall, and through their apartment door. It was clip to place the camera and TV equipment. Matthew was going to micturate a movie. A pic for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their cobbler's last feature motion-picture show. With St. Matthew the Apostle himself as their co-star. Their fan. Filming would likely hold up all night. There would be many panorama to shoot and re-shoot. There would be many wardrobe alteration. Many different outfits to bear. Many dissimilar poses and positions. Many different ways to make love to them. It could take hours. Or even daylight. Candace and Erin. This would be their all right celluloid."Ebony and tusk ”. Beautiful .