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 brown round melea dyke than be with a white guy." "Really?" "Yeah," Erica teased me, her lips inches from brown round melea 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," brown round melea I said, getting down on my knees without hesitation. Erica obliged me by peeling off her brown round melea shorts and spreading her legs.
Horse immediately attacked her pussy again, his brown round melea tongue licking along the sensitive area between her pussy and her rectum. She looked up and found herself staring at Dunnell's beautiful cut cock. It was perfectly shaped. The head was fat and hard. It seemed to throb with each beat of his heart. From the tip to the area just under the ridge, it was light brown in color, growing darker towards the base. "I've never done this before," she said staring in awe at his cock, though this base act had haunted her dreams since first seeing their cocks last week. "Please don't..." "Shut up bitch," interrupted Dunnell. "We're taking care of you, now you gotta take care of us. Besides you'll enjoy it."