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I want to be me. Whoever that is,” he said, his voice quavering with emotion as he bared himself to her, pressing his cheek to her chest. “Alright. I’ll teach you." He smiled shyly, so beautiful, so much like his mother and she thought about all the things he’d need to learn, about how to act and behave, how to walk and talk, how to use his skills to please his women. But as she looked at him with his delicate and familiar features, his gorgeous long hair, the slight haze in her mind from the wine mirrored in his own look, she knew, the less animalistic lessons would have to wait for tomorrow. “Starting tomorrow, I’m going to teach you how to be a proper little lover for a woman like me.” She assured him, but he bit his lip a little. “What about tonight? Is it too late to start today?” He asked, having already taken the first step it was hard not to want to take a second. “Nah, tonight I’m going to see if you sound like your mom does.” He opened his mouth to query that, but she took his hand, pressing it into a growing bulge at her jeans, soft and hot under the denim fabric, his fingers closing around it almost on instinct, his eyes going wide. “Y-you mean-” He was cut short amateur as she pressed her dark lips to his own, small and sweet, forcing him back to lay on the couch as she scrambled on top of him, his whines and squeaks of protest drowned out by her mouth and tongue as she eagerly kissed him, letting go all the pent of desire she’d held onto for him for so long now. Sam fell back, feeling the soft cushions of the couch under him and the soft plushness of her breasts atop, his hands moving to her waist as her own pinned his shoulders, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed indian as he felt her tongue press between his lips, filling his mouth with the unique sensation of being frenched. He squirmed against her, feeling her tongue swirl eagerly around his own, exploring his small mouth, but after a few moments she pulled her much fuller lips back, his eyes fluttering open to stare into her luscious brown gaze. “If I put something into your mouth, you suck it.” She said, her voice breathless but firm, he simply nodded meekly in response. In a moment she was upon him again, his eyes rolling back as he felt her strong hands glide up his smooth stomach and chest under his shirt, squeezing at his flat chest and small pink nipples as her tongue once more pressed its way between his now much more willing lips. A quick learner, he sucked on her tongue as she made out with him, grinding her cock against him through the increasingly tight confines of her jeans. Breaking the kiss for a moment, letting her plush lips press against the pale skin of his cheek and jaw she whispered in a needy voice, “Take my cock out, stroke it.” He gasped and arched his back as her lips worked lower, biting and sucking at his neck, his hands finding a way between the two of them, small nimble fingers perfectly suited for the task of finding and working the zip of her jeans, his small hand slipping inside and around the thin fabric of her underwear. She groaned and kissed over his neck as she felt his soft warm fingers brush against and wrap around her meaty python and she felt a shiver run up her spine as he pulled it free. In a swift motion she had sat up, blonde her ass moving up so she was sitting on his chest, her cock, free from her jeans and rock hard bobbed above his face and, as he opened his eyes, he got his first look at her ebony monster. With his hands still wrapped around it he gave it a couple of experimental strokes, completely caught off guard by its sheer size and the deep ebony colour, slightly darker than the rest of her skin, admiring each ridge each vein, the way it pulsed and throbbed in his hand. “Well?” she said, smugly, knowing how impressive her size was. “C-Cassandra… It’s huge.” He said, breathlessly, his cheeks maintaining their bright hue, his eyes practically sparkling in wonder. She smirked and rocked her hips forward, pressing fetish the length of her cock up into his face, making him all but moan in a foot fetish sudden impending desire for more of her. “Yeah it is…” She took it in her own hands, brushing his aside and angled it, pressing the lightly coloured tip of her black cock against his pouted lips, his eyes going wide as he realised her intentions, “Remember your first lesson, baby?” He did. We were both drained, l kissed the back of her neck she was still gasping, her inner muscles released the tight hold they had on my cock which flopped from her full spunk filled pussy, l got back onto my chair and took a large gulp of wine, Molly rolled onto her back, l passed her a glass of wine, she held the rim to her lips and gave a mischievous grin before asking if she was bad enough, l gave a little amateur laugh and agreed she was bad but was she naughty enough to be punished by being handcuffed to the bed and horse whipped, Molly rolled onto her side and seductively replied she is always naughty. “That's it. Dakota, her counter part wore a long black dress with a low-cut neckline and highlighted with a beautiful diamond neckless. It was then that I started to get a little worried; 5 swimsuits in a bag designed for a few sheet of A4 paper wasn’t a good omen. Once in a while we should unwind. My father had a bad back at the time, so I discovered we had reservations for a hotel room. Having your cock sucked by a well hung shemale while your partner sucks his cock, bulging out of his stockings and suspender belt was a mind blowing experience as we orgasmed simultaneously. ‘Now move your hand up and down, but keep squeezing my cock at the same time. We got our food and then looked for a table which there was none available. Hearing her say those words sends me over indian the foot fetish edge and my little cock starts spewing cum all over, a fetish rope of it hits me in the face. That you’ve got to this point already. Jan got on her knees and began eating my pussy right in front of the blonde others.