Check Your Romance at the Door
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By all appearances the black man was well-off, financially speaking. Immaculately dressed, obviously had his nails done. Smelled like expensive cologne or nice hair stuff.
Whenever they finished he was always on his cell phone before he was even completely dressed.
Busy man. Lots to do and not enough time to do it in.
His body was a joy to look at. Even the other guys admired his physique. Probably had a personal trainer or something.
Very likable fellow.
Right now, he was doing his best not to cum, banging luscious Norah Jones from behind. She had a million-dollar ass to look at while you were pumping her pussy from the backside. Man, she could squeeze you like a vice.
He would have to stop and find something else to do so he wouldn't shoot his wad.
Too soon for that.
He gently pushed her gorgeous ass forward and eased himself out---Wait! shit, man---okay, slide it out. God, the sensations were almost too rich. Right then if she just turned around and winked at him he'd blast her for sure.
He slid to the floor and stood beside the king-size bed, caught his breath while he got a good look at what all was going on.
He'd liked the queen-size bed better, the one they used before Red bought this one. I mean, sure there was more room in the king, but with all five of them on that queen you were always bumping into somebody, leaning over and putting your mouth on somebody, you could reach just about everybody.
The smells were powerful.
Some pretty amazing things took place on that queen.
He slapped Beauty's butt hard one more time then took a couple of steps alongside the bed, dragging his fingers up her back.
When he was standing about next to her shoulders he squatted, reached under her and began massaging her tits with both hands. He twisted her nipples pretty hard because he knew that got her going.
She pulled the thick cock out of her mouth and raised her upper body some to give him better access to her breasts. Kept pulling the cock with one hand while she and her muscular friend kissed, if you could call it that. More like a mouth fight, tongues working, heads rolling around.
There was nothing even close to shared passion here, each one was in it for their own satisfaction. An ultimate display of sensual selfishness.
They separated and she went back to sucking the big dick.
He stood beside her, casually stroking himself while he looked across at the ass-fucking couple. Had to go get himself some of that Redhead.
As if she sensed him watching, Red turned to look at him with desperate eyes, ran her pink tongue out and wiggled it---an unmistakable invitation.
Yeah! he felt a surge in his rod, got harder.
He grabbed a handful of Norah Jones' hair tight up against her scalp and yanked down, pointing her face at the ceiling. Caught by surprise, she let out a sharp, "ah-OW!!"
While he held her head back he leaned down and put his mouth on the big head of the other guy's cock. Grabbed the shaft and jerked it as fast and hard as he could, sucking like a super-vacuum on the soft purple/pink head.
The big man involuntarily cried out in fantastic pain. Tall Boy was going to wake up sore in the morning.
Seeing a man-on-man so close up and having her head jerked back like that was fucking wild. The woman immediately got a finger on her clit, working it, working it as hard as she could, "OOooohhhhgod!" she grunted.
All this new activity got the attention of the Redhead and the guy who was running his cock up her butt. When they saw the black man put his mouth on the fat cock they each let out a short groan and their fucking got faster. She jammed her rump back against him.
Finally the black man pulled his mouth off with a wet sucking sound, his ripped chest muscles glistening sweat. As he stood up to walk away he slapped hard at the big cock, leaving it bouncing and wagging.
He was feeling really physical now, violent, wanted to hit something, or somebody.
As he passed the Machine Man he grabbed his butt cheeks, digging his fingers into the flesh, squeezing and shaking while he yelled from deep in his gut. When he let go he slapped the man's ass, marking him with a red hand-print.
If they'd had a virgin to sacrifice he would have served as executioner, the bloodier the better.
(A highly intelligent man, in moments like this he had what he chose to call flashes of psychosis, and they terrified him.)
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