<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> Cassandra<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main Living Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: Jamal</b><br/>
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Cassie wanted to think all of this was happening to someone else, like she were watching it, a spectator.  But as Jamal's thick cock began to fill her, the sensation of his glans, the veins, every pulsation of his shaft could be felt in detail by her sensitive pussy.  His every inch could be felt inside her like she had never felt before and then she realized, he wasn't wearing a condom.  Simon always wore a condom, she never had to ask him, it was automatic for him.<br/>
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She was about to protest, to tell him this was a huge mistake and he needed to use a condom.  But then his thumb strummed across her swollen clit and she felt she was seeing sparks inside her eyeballs.  "Hhhhuuuuuhhhh"  She gasped "oooohhhh", 'MMMmmmm"  She alternated between gasps and whimpers as rubbed her clit and it was like he had flipped a switch on her body.  Her pussy spasmed along his length, her well toned inner core muscles from countless Pilates sessions suddenly put to a new use.  She met his cock flexes with her own inner strength.<br/>
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She ignored his taunts and suggestions, not so much out of disagreement but more that her mind simply wasn't able to formulate a response under the circumstances.  He wasn't even fucking her properly yet and already she felt that this was something well beyond what she understood as sex before.  He reposition himself, still impaling her as he did, every movement creating sensations deep with in her.  It was almost as if she had a living thing inside of her, a creature with a mind of its own, exploring her insides where literally no man had gone before.<br/>
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Once he had her in position he drew back then slowly filled her until she felt his heavy black balls on her tight white ass.  She was panting like a bitch in heat, her breasts heaving in anticipation of his assault on her married pussy.  But it didn't come, instead he made a demand, and in her desperation to feel him fuck her, she listened to him carefully.  She looked up at him, silent for several labored breaths.  He knew she didn't want to be called a whore but now he was going to make her say it.  Would he really not fuck her if she didn't say it?  She couldn't risk it, she need it.  "Please Daddy, fuck me like a whore."  She said with a passion that dripped with desperation.  In the back of her mind a voice was trying to add 'but don't cum in me'.  But she couldn't make her mouth form those words.</span>