Black Beauty Laylani Rides Hard On A Big Cock!

My aunt asked me the question which nobody had even thought to ask me at this point which was whether I was going to take John’s name. Blacked Wasn’t that a longer kiss? As I moved higher, his legs were too big for my tiny hands so I used both on each leg, moving higher so no area was left unprotected. ‘That was a bit intense!’ he said softly
Unsure of how to respond, I just said, ‘Yeah it was a bit!’
After a long pause he asked, somewhat nervously, ‘Are we good?’
I just nodded and he then swung an arm around me and hugged me and kissed the top of my head. As he launched himself in, I could see that he was still tenting his shorts and was obviously using the cool water to ease his problem. I smiled as he pulled away and thanked him for a lovely evening. I heard the cap open and a squirt of liquid, obviously into his hand and then divine pleasure as he gently began to caress my shoulders with the cream. Part of me really hoped he had. This was killing me and the confusion of the situation was overwhelming. I remember wondering how the three fat blokes moving our gear could smell so bad, so early in the morning. I put it to the back of my mind and began to unpack some things.