My hand slid between her legs. I could feel how wet she was even through her shorts. "I gotta be crazy," Erica said when she pulled away. "My mama always said she's rather I be a big monster cock dyke than be with a white guy." "Really?" "Yeah," Erica teased me, her lips inches from big monster cock mine. "But I don't always do what my mama says." "Have you ever been with a girl, then?" I had to ask. "Shit," Erica laughed. "One time, this girl Crystal and me, we were drunk and high and she asked me if she could eat my pussy." "Did you let her?" "I never say no to getting my pussy ate." "Really," big monster cock I said, getting down on my knees without hesitation. Erica obliged me by peeling off her big monster cock shorts and spreading her legs.
Then again, it always feels good to have her play with me. I reached over and started to pinch and twist her nipples the way she likes it, but she pushed me away, saying she wanted to do something for me. With that, Laura sat up then plunged her mouth over the head of my throbbing cock. I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was just one of those things. After seven years of marriage, I'd come to know some of the body language my big monster cock wife uses, therefore I knew what was coming, but it's always an intensely pleasant shock when her lips close over my dick. Laura caressed my hanging balls while she worked her magic on my shaft, eventually sliding one finger down and slipping it into my asshole.