That smack of flesh on flesh echoed over the cheers.I know this is strange- Stop, the cleaning woman said with her hand up, signaling me to doggystyle shut up.With a heavy sigh and head shaking, she reached for her Hardcore universal card key.The petite, Japanese woman wore a black corset about her torso, lifting her round breasts into two delicious mounds.Are you going to be here when we come back?Oh shit!To be taken by this African general instead - to have this man want to OWN her body orgasm and soul - it might be her only hope.Ah, right, pleased pussy to meet thee, he said and went to shake their hands, forgetting his own hands were juicy filthy.She was taken back a bit, he was usually so calm and in control.Yes!In moments, my crotch pressed against her rump.Yes Ma’am! She could easily handle being his fuck buddy.Both had each other on the mind as they orgasmed that evening. Both had one of the hardest orgasms they ever had while masturbating.The next day, a van pulled up around 2pm. Kyle had left earlier for a few hours, hoping Carrie would come early and get this stuff and not have to talk with her. Kyle then saw Ginny get out of orgasm the van, and a guy who was pussy driving it. She came to the door and knocked. Kyle decided he Hardcore better answer it. If it had been Carrie, he would have gone out the back door and head over to Bella’s and hang there until she left. Hi Kyle said, as he let Ginny come in. Oh Kyle I am so sorry she did this to you. She called me last night telling me everything and doggystyle begged me to come get her stuff. I’m only doing this so you don’t have to see her. I like you Kyle and she was juicy so fucking wrong. I told her after this, never contact me again.