Brett Rossi in the Heat of Passion

No technique but boy was I enthusiastic, I sucked and swallowed for all I was worth. Blacked My next thought was on awaking the next morning, thinking I had, had some tremendous dream, until I heard a dog barking and looked at my surroundings, realising last night was no dream, it was a real as could be. Every time I got to the top of her cunt, Judy would moan louder and thrash about more, I soon figured out that the clit she showed me was the key. ‘This is my cunt, which loves to fucked by cock, and sucked and licked’ See this button, it’s my clit it loves to be touched and sucked”
Turning around and bending over slightly, I got my first vision of a female bum hole…’this is my arsehole, say arsehole’ she asked me…’arsehole’ I repeated in a trance. Camden instructed. LOL…I worked in a daze; thankfully my Dad did not notice anything. Camden was a lanky tall individual with coal black hair some 43 years old, but with a friendly smile. Tombela, arse still in the air, obviously knew what was coming next, as Judy attacked her arse with tongue and mouth, sucking up and licking with a relish. He laughed as I coughed and spluttered after my first swallow, and then instructed, ‘you sip, slowly and savour the burn as it goes down your throat. I tensed when she moved to my bum, playing her soapy hands over my bum cheeks, then spreading them and washing my bum hole. In the seventies, apartheid was at its highest; Blacks lived separately, totally