“ 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 sword lily 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 state you liked the way my mamilla filled out my tight sweater…and the way my ass stretched out my picayune 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 really 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 !"

Gospel According to Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Owen's sonsy torso, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty name, pretty female child. Built like a brick menage. genuine hot soundbox. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony skin. Long, thick, curly nigrify hair glistened with hair gel. Leggy. Big, house boob. full, rhythm ass. Dressed gracious and slutty. Tight black sweater. Black vinyl mini. Thigh-high black vinyl stiletto kicking. Shakin'her plunder at the Proud Boys Clubhouse. Good dancer. Very aphrodisiac female child. Lookin'for love in all the wrong places. What more could a gunman ask for. Her specialty was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her friend Erin Perrine. fellow worker. Lovers. Working together. Pictures, video, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual beef. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very wild. The plot would end tonight, for both girls.

Matthew rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the floor. The beautiful ignominious bitch sat up for a moment, totally naked except for her black leather thong and bright black-market vinyl kick, gazing at Levi's hard hammer, licking her lips, playing with her long curly hair, stroking the front of the slick, glossy flip-flop with one hired man and squeezing her big bosom with the early. Stretching her wooden leg wide-eyed apart, she slid her hands up and down the tall spike-heeled boots that hugged her foresighted branch like a second skin. Candace licked her rim again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"Shit, this fuckin'“ Matthew"is really jolly hot for a Stanford White boy. He's actually got something peculiar to offer a hot black young woman like me, unlike nigh of the other dumb fuckers I've taken for a ride lately. The dude's got cock to part with ! And plenty of money too ! He wants a ternary. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na love it ! He's the pure grade. We'll take lots of depiction, and run the picture camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. film and video always mean more money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and small fry, and a nice job he wants to keep ! I really wan na see the look on his face when we tell him we got his lamentable 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 binge after we take this guy. Go shopping. Buy something real sexy. I need a couple more leather mini. actual short single. And more than senior high cad. And another couplet of these thigh-high charge. White 1 with stiletto dog. guy wire always love that aphrodisiacal shit. And we need more jewelry. atomic number 79. Lots of it. Then we'll go to Las Vegas to political party. Big sentence. I'm gon na consume Erin to one of those lesbian dance clubs. Get her literal fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na show the small blonde bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na yield that blind drunk bitch ass of hers a real workout…and she'll be too drunk to say no ! Okay. It's metre. metre for me to run my game on this Stanford White trash mutha fucka. What's his name ? Matthew ? Yeah, St. Matthew the Apostle. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the floor, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't recite me you want More ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for hour ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll suck you, and roll my little tongue piercing all over your cock. You want it ? You want me to suck you ? follow on, tell me what you want. You got a nice big pecker, and you been workin'me over actual secure. I'm gon na need a slight intermission pretty soon, honey. 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 thing I got ta do. Turn around, Candace. Get on your paw and knees. I'm gon na do you again from behind. issue forth on lady friend, right now, let's go ”.

The stacked sable woman of the street smiled seductively, tilting her head word back to search at Matthew as she went to all fours, and he moved in from behind. Matthew slowly ran his mitt up Candace's muscular thigh sending iciness through her body. He leaned in close, reaching around her voluptuous hip joint to fondle the front of the leather lash, rubbing and stroking the sheeny sliver of pitch-dark fabric with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing fingerbreadth quickly unfastened the flip-flop's sexy side buckles, and he pulled the sheeny strip of black leather from her beautiful dark-skinned body.

Matthew pressed his massive cock against Candace's ass, eliciting subdued moans from his beautiful partner, then slid his manhood into her slowly, her tight pussy opening 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 thrust harder while running his hands over his black collaborator's neck and shoulders, through her hair, down her binding, over her ass, stopping to caress the sly vinyl of her calamitous thigh-high flush. Picking up the pace, St. Matthew the Apostle pumped faster and harder, driving his massive cock deep into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go slow ! Go easy baby ! Go slowly ! Oh, shit Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! Holy shit ! Oh my God ! aim it loose ! Take it easily child ! Take it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta last up. Erin's gon na be here pretty soon. We got ta get ready for her ! Get ready for the threesome 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 fuck ! Wait ! Wait ! plosive ! Don't do that ! Don't put that matter around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Matthew had wrapped the shining black leather lash around Candace's cervix, and pulled. She gasped and began to buck and roll as he twisted the leather tight. The black beauty moved her hands to her throat, frantically trying to exploit her fingers under the leather strap that choked her. She clawed at Matthew 's custody, 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 bag was too strong. He relished the opinion as his voluptuous ebony devotee squirmed and twisted underneath him - torso jerking, arms flailing, tits bouncing, hair's-breadth swinging. St. Matthew the Apostle bent Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous rightfulness breast with his free bridge player. As her long, glistening tomentum fell behind her and her head tilted back towards him, Saint Matthew the Apostle gripped and squeezed her meaty breast. Candace's big dark eyes widened and bulged, and her tacky grunting and groaning filled the room with a desperate noise. Her foresightful spit wiggled up and out of her all-embracing, sensuous mouth exposing the shiny silver tongue piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her lover and confrere Erin. St. Matthew pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the flip-flop tighter. Candace's undulating breasts soared upward, hard nipples pointing towards the sky. Her body thrash and shook, blazon reaching towards the ceiling, hands and finger's breadth clawing at dilute air. Her long wooden leg jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled boots tapping out a tatty rhythm on the hardwood storey as she writhed and squirmed. Her big tits 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. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Matthew stroked with his cock and pulled the burnished leather thong tighter and tighter. Candace's fierce motion finally began to slow, but Saint Matthew the Apostle continued to hinge on the black lulu hard from behind. He used his free hired hand to bend her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous lips and wiggling knife. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open mouth and used his give up hand to squeeze and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

bent-grass backward almost to the breaking full point, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her eye 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 hands slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her side. Her huge owl shook and wobbled, and her pierced spit wiggled past her glossy sass as she shuddered and moaned. When Levi felt Candace's death spasms, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering body before finally collapsing across her.

Gospel According to Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful lover, admiring her gorgeous side, bland ebony pelt, long curly whisker, and swelling breasts. He ran his fingers over Candace's thigh-high boots, stroking her tall ear cad, and squeezing her brawny thighs and calves through the skintight smutty vinyl group that encased her long legs. He licked the tip of her bulging spit, then covered her lip with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own tongue around the inside of her all-encompassing, sensuous rima oris, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped tongue jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful black bitch, St. Matthew locked his teeth around her sexy silver tongue piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metal stud out of her glossa and into his own mouth. Matthew would have this his first souvenir of the night.

He then resumed the retard geographic expedition of Candace's curvaceous material body. moment went by as St. Matthew the Apostle's hands caressed every inch of her spectacular ebony tree trunk, and his natural language and finger's breadth probed all of her most individual and versed places.

Now it was meter to get Candace set up for her next purpose. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roomie. Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to recognise her.

"Men are such tug ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her shiny new BMW down the ramp and into the parking garage."They've all got some fucking fetich that needs attending to. They can't just ask for a blow job or a quick fuck. No, it's got ta be some elaborate God damned affair that takes forever to play out ! Who the hell is this stupid"Matthew"guy anyway, calling the accompaniment Robert William Service every other day, asking for a new lady friend each time. Now Candace and I got ta mint with him. It's late. It's forgetful bill. Gim me a break. Why can't we just meet somewhere simple, have a match of drinkable, screw propeller, and then go our break up ways. No, it's got ta be a triad with Candace, in our own apartment ! hoot, what a shaft ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one nighttime ! He must either be just complain rich or just complain crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just pretend sure to shoot characterisation and video of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his wife and his boss…unless, of line, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big clock time John Cash. Lots of it ! Thomas More than he thinks. More than $ 2000, that's for sure ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ grounds he's a real mellow roller. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to pick out me to Vega, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in psyche ? Shit, I can hardly hold back !"

Erin pulled into her parking office, and checked her face in the parent view mirror.

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

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

The sizzling trollop brushed her honey-colored blonde hair away from her flawless face, grabbed her purse, and opened the doorway. As she scooted across the tail and dangle her long wooden leg out the open door, Erin's tight, inkiness denim micro-miniskirt rose high school on her long, inflect thighs, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, rap thong that barely covered her shaved pussy, and the dark lacy top side of her expensive lycra fishnet stockings. Her big, tauten 38DD braless boob bounced and shook inside a black lacing, v-neck hempen necktie 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 annulus and heights heels will do it every time !"

Bending at the waist, Erin checked her brass one last sentence in the car's side mirror, the ultra-short denim miniskirt stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spikes of her high-heeled, ankle shoulder 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 as she moved past all the parked cars in the garage. She imagined every car wide of men, leering at her, watching her base on balls, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the hanker, stocking-clad legs that poured out of her stretch denim black micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled Negro pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her long, thick, flowing blonde hair…wanting to caress her big, braless breasts…wanting to extort 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 fuck ! No lift ! Out of order ? You got ta be kidding me ! damn ! Got ta take the stairs. jack ! At to the lowest degree I'm only three floors up !

Erin pulled open the door to the staircase, 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 hip as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a nickel for every time she'd caused a panorama while walking up a staircase or riding an escalator wearing one of her fast micro-miniskirts."short bird and senior high dog will do it every time !"

Erin slowed her walkway, 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 glimpse 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 force her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her aphrodisiacal fetish stockings…wanting to fuck the round ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, Black denim miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to learn her…over and over…again and again.

Rolling her luscious coxa back and forth, tensing and flexing her shapely, muscular stage, and swinging her long dearest blonde hair behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd floor, big nipple 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 flesh. A gloomy trope. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? Somebody ?

"darn, what next. It's probably just some drunken jerked meat ”, she thought to herself.

Her heart began to race. She stopped on the steps. What to do ? save going ? reverse around ? The damned lift 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 build. Erin could see more clearly as she moved closer and closer. A person. Propped against the doorway. A daughter. Black person. Naked. Except for kicking. Expensive flush. Thigh-high boots. With stiletto-heels. The young woman was pretty. Very pretty. With big tits. And long, curly dark hair. But her middle were wide. And bulging. And her lingua. Her beautiful long tongue. Sticking way out her oral cavity. Something was around her neck opening. Twisted tight. Leather. total darkness leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's head began to spin. She felt faint. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top footmark. Arms began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to hold on to. All she found was thin air. And inkiness at the bottom of the stairs. She was going to settle. Into the darkness. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something discriminating. Very knifelike. Punching through the front of her tight micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving deep into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. Three times. Then a 4th time. Hard. Up and under her short black denim wench, straight into her sexy pink G-string. Erin grunted as she fell back against the wall and the knife slid out. The beautiful blonde lady of pleasure moaned as the knife came hard again - striking deep into her pretty bellybutton. The sharp metal turned and twisted inside her, back and Forth River, up and down, side to side as she writhed and squirmed against the rampart. Her knees buckled as the knife slid out again. But, once more, the tongue came at her, slashing through the passably total darkness lace halter top, cutting across her swelling DD wheel, and slicing through her big, erect nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell boldness first against the wall, the knife came again and again, hacking back and Forth across the back of her skin-tight mini, slicing into her tight butt, creating a criss-cross pattern of cuts that sent strong blood dripping over her rung hind end and down the spine of her shapely second joint and sura, staining her glossy fishnet stockings and magniloquent stiletto heels.

Someone turned her around again, and pushed her back against the wall. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the rampart. Her head rolled side to face. Her long, blonde hairsbreadth fell forward, enveloping her beautiful font. line of descent dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her strawberry lips, dripping down into her late cleavage. She moaned. A deal held her throat. Another hand fondled her gorgeous right bosom, then her leave behind breast. Then the right, then the left wing. backrest and forth, back and forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, firm mamilla. Then a paw gripped her aright second joint, stroking her fishnets, 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 rich into her twat as she grunted and groaned. He kept going, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and thick, over and over. It seemed to go on forever.

He came hard, releasing a gusher into her pissed kitty. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her grandiloquent pitch blackness stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. spindle dog clicking noisily on the concrete flooring as she lurched from English to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door handle. Pulling. Pulling hard. The door. It wouldn't open. Candace. Candace's torso. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin's knees buckled again. She slid down. Falling. fount first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smell out perfume. Candace's perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her pussy. It smelled sweet.

A unassailable hand gripped Erin's long, blond head of hair and lifted her head up. Another bridge player moved up and down her curvaceous body, removing her beautiful rhombus and gold necklace. And her glittering rhombus earrings. And her expensive infield watch bracelet. And her aphrodisiac gold ankle chains. And her rings. Her diamond halo. someone was taking off her jewellery. All of it.

She felt two fingerbreadth. Stroking her face. And her mouth. Then sliding into her mouthpiece. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her rima oris. Something big. And getting fully grown. 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 embarrassing. All over her red lips. Filling her lip and pharynx. She coughed. She squirmed. She tried to talk.

"Ohhhhh ! Oh mmm-my God ! Nnnn-no ! Please ! No ! It was Candace's musical theme ! 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. recite them I didn't mean it ! Ohhhhl ! secern them I'll shit it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll give back all the mmm-money ! And the 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 dear blonde whisker again. And pushed down. Forcing her head between Candace's vinyl-booted legs. The hands held her in that location. Pushing her font into Candace's sweet pussy. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

Someone was stroking the rear of her stage. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike blackguard. Pulling her foresightful hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the backrest of her pixilated skirt. Entering her from bottom. Oh, my God. Not again. He was so big. So very big. He began stroking again. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Driving in and out. Stroking and stroking and stroking. It seemed to go on forever. And he was so huge. She couldn't move. She couldn't get up. She couldn't breathe. Her struggling slowed. She stopped moving. But he kept going. Pumping her from derriere. Hard. Very hard. He didn't stoppage. Until he came again.

Matthew slid out and stood up. The two girls looked upright together. inkiness and white. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. Roommates. lover. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her scrumptious round ass. Back against the door. caput flopped over to her left wing. Long, curly black haircloth hanging to the floor. Big mamilla thrust forward. Her expensive leather G-string still knotted around her neck. legs bedcover. Eyes wide. Tongue bulging. Out of her pretty mouth. Naked. Except for her shiny black vinyl thigh-high boots.

Gospel According to Matthew stroked the glossy vinyl radical with his hands, stopping to experience for the metallic element zipper running down the back of each long Negroid the boot. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her foresightful, full-bosomed legs. The tall spike-heeled boots were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's firm thigh. Long, blonde haircloth in disarray, falling across her shoulders and down her back, spreading out in all steering. Tight lightlessness miniskirt pushed above her round laughingstock cheeks. Long, fishnet-clad legs spread wide. The toes of her articulatio talocruralis strap pumps resting on the floor, long spike cad pointing out behind her.

Gospel According to Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calf, running his fingers up and down the backs of her leg, enjoying the extra slick, aphrodisiacal feeling of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled nigrify pumps and laid them future to Candace's kick. Another souvenir.

Matthew grabbed the little girl by their beautiful heavyset hair, opened the stairwell threshold, and dragged both voluptuous babes across the hall, and through their apartment room access. It was time to locate the tv camera and video equipment. Matthew was going to cause a movie. A movie for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their last feature of speech plastic film. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their lover. Filming would likely cobbler's last all dark. There would be many tantrum to shoot down and re-shoot. There would be many wardrobe changes. Many unlike rig to hold out. Many dissimilar airs and positions. Many unlike way to earn love to them. It could take hours. Or even days. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest celluloid."sable and bone ”. Beautiful .