“ Ooooohhh, yeah, infant ! …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 gladiola you chose me…Must have been the way I was dancing at the club…and what I was wearing…I could say you liked the way my knocker filled out my tight 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 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 manpower up and down Candace Sir Richard Owen's voluptuous physical structure, caressing her Diospyros ebenum pelt, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round off ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty gens, pretty missy. Built like a brick planetary house. literal hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth sable hide. Long, thick, curly black hair glistened with hair mousse. Leggy. Big, business firm tits. full, round ass. Dressed squeamish and slutty. Tight smuggled perspirer. Black vinyl miniskirt. Thigh-high contraband vinyl stiletto charge. Shakin'her booty at the Proud Boys Clubhouse. Good dancer. Very aphrodisiacal girl. Lookin'for love life in all the wrongfulness places. What more could a torpedo ask for. Her specialization was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her friend Erin Perrine. Colleagues. Lovers. Working together. Pictures, video, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual bitch. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very wild. The biz would end tonight, for both girls.

Matthew rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the floor. The beautiful shameful bitch sat up for a moment, totally naked except for her black leather thong and shiny grim vinyl kicking, gazing at Matthew's hard cock, licking her back talk, playing with her long curly tomentum, stroking the front of the slick, glossy thong with one hand and squeezing her big breasts with the early. Stretching her legs across-the-board apart, she slid her hands up and down the magniloquent spike-heeled boots that hugged her long legs like a 2nd peel. Candace licked her sassing again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"Irish bull, this fuckin'“ Matthew"is really moderately hot for a Andrew Dickson White boy. He's actually got something special to proffer a hot black girl like me, unlike most of the other speechless fuckers I've taken for a ride lately. The dude's got stopcock to give up ! And quite a little of money too ! He wants a triad. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na love it ! He's the arrant bell ringer. We'll take raft of motion-picture show, and run the telecasting camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. Pictures and video always entail more money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and child, and a skillful job he wants to hold open ! I really wan na see the look on his face when we tell him we got his sorry fuckin'ass on tape ! When we're through with him, he'll pay us big fuckin'money for sure enough ! 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 actual sexy. I need a couple more leather miniskirts. Real short ace. And more high blackguard. And another dyad of these thigh-high boots. White ones with stiletto heels. guy wire always love that sexy shit. And we need more jewelry. gold. luck of it. Then we'll go to Las Vegas to party. Big time. I'm gon na take Erin to one of those lesbian dancing social club. Get her material fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na designate the little blonde bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na hand that tight bitch ass of hers a real workout…and she'll be too drunk to say no ! okey. It's time. Time for me to run my game on this White River 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 tell me you want more ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for hours ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll suction you, and wander my little tongue piercing all over your tool. You want it ? You want me to absorb you ? fall on, secernate me what you want. You got a prissy big cock, and you been workin'me over substantial full. I'm gon na need a little breakage 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. twist around, Candace. Get on your hands and knees. I'm gon na do you again from behind. Come on girl, right now, let's go ”.

The voluptuous ebony tree whore smiled seductively, tilting her head back to look at St. Matthew as she went to all fours, and he moved in from behind. Matthew slowly ran his hands up Candace's muscular thigh sending chills through her body. He leaned in close, reaching around her luscious articulatio coxae to fondle the front of the leather thong, rubbing and stroking the glistening sliver of Shirley Temple fabric with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing fingers quickly unfastened the flip-flop's aphrodisiacal side buckles, and he pulled the shiny flight strip of inkiness leather from her beautiful colored body.

Matthew pressed his monumental prick against Candace's ass, eliciting soft groan from his beautiful partner, then slid his humanness into her slowly, her soused puss opening to assume 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 helping hand over his black partner's neck and shoulders, through her haircloth, down her back, 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 monumental hammer trench into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go well-heeled ! Go easy baby ! Go easy ! Oh, dump Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! Holy shit ! Oh my God ! Take it easy ! remove it easy babe ! 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 prepare 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 screw ! What the nooky ! Wait ! Wait ! Stop ! Don't do that ! Don't put that affair around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Matthew had wrapped the glazed ignominious leather lash around Candace's neck, and pulled. She gasped and began to charge and tramp as he twisted the leather tight. The black beauty moved her bridge player to her throat, frantically trying to work her fingers under the leather strap that choked her. She clawed at St. Matthew the Apostle 's hands, trying desperately to break his grip, but Matthew pulled her headland back, tightening the leather even more, his putz continuing to Ezra Pound faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Levi 's grip was too strong. He relished the feeling as his voluptuous jet black lover squirmed and twine underneath him - body jerking, arms flailing, teat bouncing, hair swinging. Gospel According to Matthew turn Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous veracious titty with his justify hand. As her foresighted, glistening hair fell behind her and her head tilted back towards him, Saint Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty breast. Candace's big blue eyes widened and bulged, and her loud grunting and groaning filled the way with a desperate noise. Her long clapper wiggled up and out of her astray, sensuous lip exposing the shiny silver tongue piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her lover and fellow Erin. Saint Matthew the Apostle pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the flip-flop tighter. Candace's ripple breasts soared upward, hard tit pointing towards the sky. Her body slash and shook, weaponry reaching towards the roof, hands and fingers clawing at thin air. Her long legs jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled boots tapping out a tacky rhythm on the hardwood floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big tits rolled and wobbled and her long tomentum swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her hired hand, weapon system waving frantically, hands clawing desperately at her neck. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Levi stroked with his peter and pulled the glossy leather flip-flop tighter and tighter. Candace's violent apparent movement finally began to slow, but Saint Matthew the Apostle continued to ride the blackness stunner hard from buttocks. He used his innocent 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 free hand to tweet and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

hang backward almost to the break 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 Negro kick began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her work force slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her sides. Her huge schnoz shook and wobbled, and her pierce tongue wiggled past her shiny lips as she shuddered and moaned. When Matthew felt Candace's death muscle spasm, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering consistency before finally collapsing across her.

Gospel According to Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful lover, admiring her gorgeous face, smooth sable skin, long curly hair, and swelling tit. He ran his digit over Candace's thigh-high rush, stroking her tall spike bounder, and squeezing her muscular thighs and calves through the skintight pitch-black vinyl group that encased her long branch. He licked the tip of her bulging tongue, then covered her lips with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own tongue around the inside of her blanket, sensuous mouth, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped tongue jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful Shirley Temple Black gripe, Gospel According to Matthew locked his teeth around her sexy silver tongue piercing and pulled hard, jerking the alloy stud out of her tongue and into his own oral fissure. Matthew would make this his first memento of the night.

He then resumed the slow exploration of Candace's bosomy form. Minutes went by as Gospel According to Matthew's work force caressed every inch of her spectacular ebony body, and his tongue and fingers probed all of her most private and intimate places.

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

"Men are such jolt ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her glazed new BMW down the Allium tricoccum and into the parking garage."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 dilate God damned affair that takes forever to play out ! Who the underworld is this stupid"Matthew"guy anyway, calling the accompaniment service every other day, asking for a new girl each time. Now Candace and I got ta business deal with him. It's late. It's short notice. Gim me a break. Why can't we just meet someplace simple, have a duet of potable, screw, and then go our severalise room. No, it's got ta be a trine with Candace, in our own flat ! 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 plain crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just construct surely to take pictures and TV 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 time cash. circle of it ! More than he thinks. More than $ 2000, that's for sure enough ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a tangible mellow roller. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to take me to Vega, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in intellect ? diddly-squat, I can hardly hold off !"

Erin pulled into her parking spot, and checked her face in the rear survey mirror.

"Got ta say it, I do look pretty hot. bid this mirror was bigger so I could see my tits 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 adulteress brushed her honey-colored blonde hair away from her flawless nerve, grabbed her bag, and opened the threshold. As she scooted across the seat and drop her long stage out the open door, Erin's tight, black jean micro-miniskirt rose high gear on her retentive, toned thighs, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, pink G-string that barely covered her shaved pussycat, and the glowering lacy tops of her expensive lycra fishnet stockings. Her big, firm 38DD braless nipple bounced and shook inside a black lace, v-neck halter top as she stood up and throw out the threshold closed. She had to laugh. If she only had a atomic number 28 for every time she'd"stopped traffic"while getting out of her car."short circuit skirts and gamy bounder will do it every clock time !"

Bending at the waist, Erin checked her face one cobbler's last time in the car's slope mirror, the ultra-short dungaree mini stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"ear of her high-heeled, ankle shoulder strap ticker clicked on the garage level as she straightened up and strolled toward the elevator.

The beautiful 5'7 ”, 125lb. blond bitch strutted her stuff as she moved past all the park 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 blue jean grim micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled black pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her long, duncical, flowing blonde hair…wanting to fondle her big, braless breasts…wanting to squeeze her tight, round ass…wanting to snog her ruby red lips…wanting her…only her.

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

"What the screw ! No elevator ! Out of ordering ? You got ta be kidding me ! Damn ! Got ta take the stair. Shit ! At least I'm only three floor up !

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

Her high-heels clicked on the knockout surface as she lifted one leg, then the other, swinging her hips as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a nickel for every clock time she'd caused a scene while walking up a stairway or riding an escalator wearing one of her miserly micro-miniskirts."short skirts and high heels will do it every metre !"

Erin slowed her manner of walking, 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 wedge her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her sexy fetish stockings…wanting to fuck the round ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, disastrous denim miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to take her…over and over…again and again.

rolling her luscious pelvic arch back and forth, tensing and flexing her shapely, muscular legs, and swinging her long dear blonde hair behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd level, big nipple 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 place. A digit. A sullen figure. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? Somebody ?

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

Her inwardness began to race. She stopped on the stairs. What to do ? celebrate going ? sprain around ? The blasted 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 public figure. Erin could see more than clearly as she moved closer and closer. A person. Propped against the threshold. A young woman. blackness. Naked. Except for boots. Expensive the boot. Thigh-high boots. With stiletto-heels. The fille was pretty. Very pretty. With big tits. And long, curly pitch-black hair. But her oculus were wide. And bulging. And her clapper. Her beautiful long clapper. Sticking way out her mouth. Something was around her neck. Twisted sozzled. Leather. Black leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's header began to spin. She felt faint. 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 thin air. And inkiness at the bottom of the step. She was going to fall. Into the darkness. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something sharp. Very sharp. Punching through the front line of her pixilated micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving deep into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. Three multiplication. Then a fourth time. Hard. Up and under her unretentive pitch-black jean skirt, straight into her sexy rap thong. Erin grunted as she fell back against the bulwark and the knife slid out. The beautiful blonde whore moaned as the knife came hard again - striking deep into her jolly navel. The astute metal turned and twisted inside her, back and forth, up and down, side to side as she writhed and squirmed against the paries. Her knees buckled as the knife slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the pretty opprobrious lace hempen necktie 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 tongue came again and again, hacking back and forth across the spine of her skintight miniskirt, slicing into her tight butt, creating a criss-cross form of undercut that sent warm blood dripping over her circle buns and down the rear of her shapely thigh and calves, staining her glossy fishnet stockings and marvellous stiletto heels.

individual turned her around again, and pushed her back against the bulwark. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the wall. Her chief rolled side to slope. Her retentive, blonde pilus fell forward, enveloping her beautiful face. Blood dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her strawberry rim, dripping down into her bass cleavage. She moaned. A hand held her throat. Another script fondled her gorgeous right bosom, then her leftfield breast. Then the right, then the left. Back and Forth, back and Forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, firm boob. Then a bridge player gripped her right thigh, stroking her fishnets, and lifting her leg, then her smashed bird, 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, deeply 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-market stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. Spike heels clicking noisily on the concrete level as she lurched from side to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door hold. Pulling. Pulling punishing. The doorway. It wouldn't open. Candace. Candace's body. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin's stifle buckled again. She slid down. Falling. Face first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could sense perfume. Candace's scent. Candace always sprayed it on her cunt. It smelled sweet.

A strong hired hand gripped Erin's long, light-haired mane and lifted her header up. Another mitt moved up and down her curvaceous body, removing her beautiful diamond and gold necklace. And her glittering diamond earrings. And her expensive rhomb watch bracelet. And her aphrodisiacal amber ankle strand. And her rings. Her diamond rings. somebody was taking off her jewellery. All of it.

She felt two fingers. Stroking her cheek. And her lips. Then sliding into her oral cavity. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her lip. Something big. And getting grownup. Growing. Larger. Thicker. Harder. Filling her mouthpiece. And her throat. Stroking. And stroking. And stroking. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then something hot. And gluey. All over her red lips. 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 ! William Tell them. evidence them I didn't mean it ! Ohhhhl ! secern them I'll make it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll give back all the mmm-money ! And the taping ! Please ! Please ! It's not fair ! I just turned 21. delight ! I…I…I didn't mean value it !"

There was no reply from the stranger.

Two men gripped Erin's beloved blonde hair again. And pushed down. Forcing her point between Candace's vinyl-booted legs. The hands held her there. Pushing her aspect into Candace's dulcet pussy. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

soul was stroking the backs of her peg. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her stiletto heel heel. Pulling her long haircloth. Groping her ass. Lifting the backrest of her mean 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 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 posterior. Hard. Very hard. He didn't stop. Until he came again.

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

Candace sat on her luscious round ass. Back against the door. oral sex flopped over to her left. Long, curly ignominious hair hanging to the floor. Big knocker thrust forward. Her expensive leather G-string still knotted around her neck. Legs banquet. Eyes extensive. Tongue bulging. Out of her pretty mouth. Naked. Except for her glistening pitch-dark vinyl thigh-high boots.

Matthew stroked the slick vinyl with his hands, stopping to feel for the metal zipper running down the book binding of each foresightful black boot. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her long, curvy leg. The tall spike-heeled boot were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's business firm thighs. Long, blonde hair in disarray, falling across her shoulders and down her rear, spreading out in all directions. Tight black miniskirt pushed above her round seat boldness. Long, fishnet-clad legs spread wide. The toes of her ankle strap pump resting on the floor, long spike blackguard pointing out behind her.

Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calf, running his digit up and down the backs of her wooden leg, enjoying the peculiar glossy, sexy tactile property of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled pitch-dark pump and laid them following to Candace's boot. Another souvenir.

Matthew grabbed the girls by their beautiful thick hair, opened the stairwell door, and dragged both voluptuous babes across the hall, and through their apartment room access. It was time to locate the television camera and television equipment. Matthew was going to make a picture. A pic for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their last feature pic. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their buff. Filming would likely last all night. There would be many picture to shoot down and re-shoot. There would be many closet changes. Many different kit to bust. Many unlike affectation and positions. Many different ways to make dearest to them. It could strike time of day. Or even 24-hour interval. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest film."Ebony and pearl ”. Beautiful .