" Monica was still playing with herself, rubbing her clit in small circles with her index finger." Monica was still playing with herself, rubbing her clit in small circles with her index finger. Her hips were starting to move slightly again and I knew it wouldn't be long before she would be thrusting her fingers in and out again. I reached over to the counter to my right and slid open the top drawer. I took the cock-shaped soap on a rope out of the drawer and handed it to her. "Here, fuck yourself with this", I said evenly. She smiled, taking the penis shaped soap and rubbing it along her slit, moaning slightly as she looked down at it. Gritting her teeth she slowly worked it into her until she had its full length inside her, then looking at me with lust filled eyes she began pumping it in and out hotly. "Don't stop talking, Monica. Keep telling me what the black men did to you." "Yes, MASTER", she replied, her voice thick now with passion. "Finally the man between my legs stopped licking me and moved to a kneeling position between my legs. He lifted my legs with his arms, moving forward slowly, his huge cock aimed at my virgin pussy. |