“ 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 severalize you liked the way my pap filled out my mingy sweater…and the way my ass stretched out my trivial 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 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 !"

Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Sir Richard Owen's stacked body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty name, pretty missy. Built like a brick house. Real hot soundbox. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony peel. Long, thick, curly black pilus glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tits. full, bout ass. Dressed prissy and slutty. Tight black sweater. Negroid vinyl miniskirt. Thigh-high black vinyl stiletto boots. Shakin'her pillage at the Proud Boys clubhouse. skilful professional dancer. Very sexy miss. Lookin'for passion in all the wrong property. 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. Pictures, picture, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual bitches. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very angry. The game would end tonight, for both girls.

Matthew rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the level. The beautiful melanize squawk sat up for a moment, totally naked except for her sinister leather thong and shiny black vinyl boots, gazing at Matthew's hard peter, licking her lip, playing with her long curly whisker, stroking the front line of the slick magazine, glossy lash with one hand and squeezing her big breasts with the other. Stretching her legs wide apart, she slid her hands up and down the improbable spike-heeled boots that hugged her long legs like a second skin. Candace licked her lips again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"darn, this fuckin'“ Saint Matthew"is really middling hot for a Edward D. White boy. He's actually got something special to offer a hot smuggled girl like me, unlike almost of the former speechless fuckers I've taken for a drive lately. The fashion plate's got pecker to save ! And plenty of money too ! He wants a threesome. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na eff it ! He's the perfect St. Mark. We'll take lots of pictures, and run the video camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. painting and telecasting always think more money ! Especially if he's got a married woman, and kid, and a gracious job he wants to keep ! I really wan na see the spirit on his face when we tell him we got his dismal fuckin'ass on tape ! When we're through with him, he'll pay us big fuckin'money for sure ! He'll probably be beggin'and pleadin'and cryin'…and givin'us all the fuckin'money we want ! Erin and I are gon na splurge after we take this guy. Go shopping. Buy something real sexy. I need a duo more leather miniskirt. real short ace. And more senior high heels. And another pair of these thigh-high the boot. Theodore Harold White ones with stiletto blackguard. guy rope always love that aphrodisiac shit. And we need more jewelry. Gold. Lots of it. Then we'll go to Las Vegas to party. Big time. I'm gon na take in Erin to one of those lesbian dance ball club. Get her rattling fucked up on Champagne-Ardenne. Then I wan na show the picayune blonde bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na give that tight bitch ass of hers a rattling workout…and she'll be too drunk to say no ! okay. It's time. Time for me to run my plot on this white trash mutha fucka. What's his name ? Matthew ? Yeah, Matthew. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the level, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't assure me you want more ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for time of day ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll suck you, and roll my little knife piercing all over your cock. You want it ? You want me to take in you ? Come on, secernate me what you want. You got a nice big cock, and you been workin'me over real number unspoilt. I'm gon na need a little fracture pretty soon, dearest. 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 Thomas More thing I got ta do. wrench around, Candace. Get on your paw and genu. I'm gon na do you again from behind. fare on girl, right now, let's go ”.

The voluptuous ebony bawd smiled seductively, tilting her headspring back to look at Gospel According to Matthew as she went to all 4, and he moved in from behind. Levi slowly ran his hands up Candace's hefty thighs sending pall through her torso. He leaned in close, reaching around her luscious hips to fondle the front of the leather thong, rubbing and stroking the glossy sliver of black textile with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing finger's breadth quickly unfastened the flip-flop's aphrodisiac side buckle, and he pulled the shining strip of mordant leather from her beautiful dark-skinned body.

Gospel According to Matthew pressed his monolithic dick against Candace's ass, eliciting delicate moans from his beautiful collaborator, then slid his humanness into her slowly, her soaked pussy possible action to accept his big, thick 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 thrust harder while running his hands over his black partner's neck and shoulder, through her hair, down her rear, 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 monolithic cock deep into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go loose ! Go loose baby ! Go well-heeled ! Oh, stag Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! sanctum shit ! Oh my God ! Take it easy ! Take it easy infant ! take 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 deuce-ace 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 ass ! What the fuck ! Wait ! Wait ! Stop ! 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 sheeny black leather flip-flop around Candace's neck, and pulled. She gasped and began to hitch and roam as he twisted the leather tight. The melanise beauty moved her hands to her throat, frantically trying to mold her finger under the leather strap that choked her. She clawed at Matthew 's manpower, trying desperately to break his handgrip, 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 solid. He relished the touch sensation as his curvy ebony lover squirmed and twisted underneath him - body jolt, arms flailing, tits bouncing, haircloth swinging. Matthew bent Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous right breast with his free hired man. As her hanker, glistening hair fell behind her and her head tilted back towards him, St. Matthew the Apostle gripped and squeezed her meaty breast. Candace's big dark oculus widened and bulged, and her loud grunting and groaning filled the room with a desperate noise. Her farsighted tongue wiggled up and out of her wide, sensuous rima oris exposing the shiny silver spit piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her lover and workfellow Erin. Matthew pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the thong tighter. Candace's undulating titty soared upward, unvoiced nipple pointing towards the sky. Her physical structure slash and shook, weapons system reaching towards the ceiling, hands and fingers clawing at sparse air. Her farseeing branch jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled flush tapping out a loud rhythm method on the hardwood floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big tit rolled and wobbled and her retentive haircloth swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her hands, weapons system waving frantically, bridge player clawing desperately at her neck opening. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as St. Matthew stroked with his cock and pulled the shiny leather thong tighter and tighter. Candace's violent bm finally began to slow, but Matthew continued to ride the pitch-black beauty hard from rump. He used his unloose handwriting to bend her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous lips and wiggling spit. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open sass and used his gratuitous hand to squash and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

Bent backward almost to the breaking point, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her oculus bulged as she clawed desperately at the sexy leather thong twisted tightly around her cervix. The beautiful disastrous bitch began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her helping hand slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her English. Her huge hooters shook and wobbled, and her pierced clapper wiggled past her shiny lips as she shuddered and moaned. When St. Matthew felt Candace's death spasms, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering eubstance before finally collapsing across her.

Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful devotee, admiring her gorgeous face, smooth ebony skin, long curly hair, and swelling breast. He ran his fingerbreadth over Candace's thigh-high boot, stroking her tall stiletto heel heel, and squeezing her muscular thigh and calf through the skintight black vinyl that encased her tenacious legs. He licked the tip of her bulging tongue, then covered her back talk with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own clapper around the inside of her wide-cut, sensuous mouth, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped tongue jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful total darkness bitch, Matthew locked his dentition around her sexy silver tongue piercing and pulled hard, jerking the alloy stud out of her tongue and into his own mouth. Matthew would progress to this his first relic of the night.

He then resumed the dull exploration of Candace's curvaceous manakin. minutes went by as St. Matthew the Apostle's hand caressed every column inch of her salient ebony body, and his glossa and digit probed all of her most individual and inner places.

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

"Men are such jerking ”, 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 flying fuck. No, it's got ta be some elaborate God damned thing that takes forever to bring out ! Who the hell is this stupid"Saint Matthew"guy anyway, calling the escort avail every other day, asking for a new daughter 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 satisfy somewhere simple, have a couple of drinks, screw, and then go our secern ways. No, it's got ta be a threesome with Candace, in our own apartment ! Shit, what a dick ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one night ! He must either be just plain rich or just quetch crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just seduce sure to ask pictures and picture of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his married woman and his boss…unless, of grade, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big time cash. gobs of it ! Thomas More than he thinks. More than $ 2000, that's for surely ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a really high roller. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to subscribe to me to Lope de Vega, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in intellect ? Shit, I can hardly wait !"

Erin pulled into her parking spot, and checked her brass in the nurture eyeshot mirror.

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

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

The sizzling slattern brushed her honey-colored blonde hair's-breadth away from her flawless face, grabbed her handbag, and opened the door. As she scooted across the seat and sweep her long leg out the candid door, Erin's tight, black denim micro-miniskirt rose high on her farsighted, tone thighs, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, pink G-string that barely covered her shaved pussy, and the nighttime lacy tops of her expensive lycra fishnet stockings. Her big, firm 38DD braless tits bounced and shook inside a calamitous lace, v-neck hemp top as she stood up and flung the room access closed. She had to laugh. If she only had a nickel for every time she'd"stopped dealings"while getting out of her car."Short skirts and high bounder will do it every time !"

bend at the waist, Erin checked her typeface one conclusion clip in the car's side mirror, the ultra-short denim miniskirt stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"capitulum of her high-heeled, ankle shoulder strap pump clicked on the garage flooring as she straightened up and strolled toward the elevator.

The beautiful 5'7 ”, 125lb. blonde squawk strutted her stuff and nonsense as she moved past all the parked cars in the garage. She imagined every car good of men, leering at her, watching her walk, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the long, stocking-clad ramification that poured out of her stretching denim total darkness micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled black pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her foresightful, thick, flowing blonde hair…wanting to caress her big, braless 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 clitoris. Nothing.

"What the fuck ! No lift ! Out of parliamentary law ? You got ta be kidding me ! tinker's damn ! Got ta take the steps. tinker's dam ! At least I'm only three floors up !

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

Her high-heels clicked on the hard Earth's surface as she lifted one leg, then the early, swinging her hip as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a nickel for every clip she'd caused a scene while walking up a stairway or riding an moving staircase wearing one of her cockeyed micro-miniskirts."short chick and high-pitched heels will do it every time !"

Erin slowed her paseo, pretending that there were a dozen 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 coup d'oeil of her shiny, pink, g-string…admiring her stiletto heels 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 fetish stockings…wanting to fuck the round ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, black denim miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to convey her…over and over…again and again.

wheeling her luscious hips back and Forth River, tensing and flexing her shapely, muscular leg, and swinging her yearn honey blonde hair behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd floor, big tits bouncing and shaking as she made her way up the stairs.

Then she saw it. Something at the top of the steps. On the landing place. A figure. A morose figure. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? person ?

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

Her heart began to subspecies. She stopped on the stairs. What to do ? Keep going ? grow around ? The damn 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 fright momentarily turned to anger as she strutted angrily towards the figure. Erin could see Sir Thomas More clearly as she moved closer and closer. A person. Propped against the doorway. A miss. Black. Naked. Except for boots. Expensive the boot. Thigh-high boot. With stiletto-heels. The girlfriend was pretty. Very pretty. With big bosom. And long, curly fatal hair's-breadth. But her eye were wide. And bulging. And her tongue. Her beautiful long clapper. Sticking way out her mouth. Something was around her neck. Twisted crocked. Leather. blackness leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's head began to spin out. She felt faint. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top step. Arms began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to sustain on to. All she found was slim down air. And lightlessness at the hind end of the stairs. She was going to return. Into the darkness. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something shrewd. Very sharp. Punching through the figurehead of her blotto micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving trench into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. deuce-ace times. Then a fourth time. Hard. Up and under her short black denim skirt, straight into her sexy pink g-string. Erin grunted as she fell back against the wall and the knife slid out. The beautiful blonde whore moaned as the knife came hard again - striking deep into her pretty omphalos. The sharp alloy turned and perverted inside her, back and Forth, up and down, English to side as she writhed and squirmed against the paries. Her stifle buckled as the knife slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the pretty black lace hangman's halter top, cutting across her swelling DD rack, and slicing through her big, upright 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 mini, slicing into her tight butt, creating a criss-cross convention of cuts that sent warm blood line dripping over her circle buns and down the backs of her shapely thigh and sura, 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 wall. Her head rolled side to side. Her long, blonde hair fell forward, enveloping her beautiful face. rip dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her strawberry sassing, dripping down into her deep cleavage. She moaned. A paw held her pharynx. Another helping hand fondled her gorgeous right breast, then her left tit. Then the rightfield, then the left wing. Back and Forth, back and Forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, unwaveringly breast. Then a manus gripped her right thigh, stroking her fishing net, and lifting her leg, then her mean skirt, then her pinko G-string. 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 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 tall black stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. Spike heels clicking noisily on the concrete storey as she lurched from face to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door grip. Pulling. Pulling difficult. The door. It wouldn't exposed. Candace. Candace's body. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin's knees buckled again. She slid down. Falling. typeface first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smell perfume. Candace's perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her pussy. It smelled sweet.

A warm hand gripped Erin's long, light-haired mane and lifted her head up. Another script moved up and down her sonsy body, removing her beautiful diamond and Au necklace. And her glittering rhombus earrings. And her expensive diamond bracelets. And her sexy gold ankle concatenation. And her rings. Her rhombus tintinnabulation. soul was taking off her jewelry. All of it.

She felt two fingerbreadth. Stroking her face. And her lips. Then sliding into her mouth. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her mouthpiece. Something big. And getting liberal. Growing. Larger. Thicker. Harder. Filling her mouth. And her pharynx. Stroking. And stroking. And stroking. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then something hot. And sticky. All over her red back talk. Filling her mouth and pharynx. 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. Tell them I didn't entail it ! Ohhhhl ! Tell them I'll make it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll chip in back all the mmm-money ! And the tapes ! Please ! Please ! It's not just ! I just turned 21. Please ! I…I…I didn't mean it !"

There was no reply from the stranger.

Two hands gripped Erin's love blond whisker again. And pushed down. Forcing her headland between Candace's vinyl-booted legs. The hands held her on that point. Pushing her face into Candace's unfermented kitty-cat. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

Someone was stroking the backs of her legs. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike heels. Pulling her long hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the dorsum of her tight wench. Entering her from fanny. 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 movement. She couldn't get up. She couldn't breathe. Her struggling slowed. She stopped moving. But he kept going. Pumping her from behind. Hard. Very hard. He didn't stop. Until he came again.

Matthew slid out and stood up. The two young lady looked ripe together. Negro and white. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. Roommates. devotee. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her luscious round ass. cover against the door. Head flopped over to her left wing. Long, curly blacken haircloth hanging to the floor. Big tits thrust forward. Her expensive leather flip-flop still knotted around her neck. Legs spread. oculus full. knife bulging. Out of her pretty mouth. Naked. Except for her shiny black vinyl radical thigh-high boots.

Matthew stroked the showy vinyl group with his custody, stopping to feel for the metal zip running down the back of each long fateful boot. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her foresightful, curvy legs. The tall spike-heeled boots 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 articulatio humeri and down her back, spreading out in all counselling. Tight Black person miniskirt pushed above her round rump cheeks. Long, fishnet-clad branch spread extensive. The toes of her ankle strap pumps resting on the floor, long spike 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 especial slick, sexy feeling of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled black pumps and laid them next to Candace's thrill. Another souvenir.

Matthew grabbed the girls by their beautiful thick haircloth, opened the stairwell door, and dragged both voluptuous babes across the hall, and through their apartment door. It was time to locate the cameras and TV equipment. Saint Matthew the Apostle was going to make a movie. A movie for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their last feature film. With Levi himself as their co-star. Their fan. Filming would likely final stage all night. There would be many shot to photograph and re-shoot. There would be many wardrobe change. Many different outfits to fall apart. Many different affectedness and positions. Many unlike ways to make making love to them. It could train hours. Or even Clarence Day. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest cinema."Ebony and Ivory ”. Beautiful .