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Yes, this was a moment of truth for Cheryl, and Monica knew it. "Shit, yeah!" Cheryl said, taking gay indian boys a deep breath. "Why not!" Andre made room as Cheryl now brought her face between Monicas wide open legs, gazing up at her before she lowered her eyes to her pussy. And then, closing her eyes, she dived in with her tongue, licking Monica with the raw eagerness of a first timer. But there was nothing awkward or tentative in the way Cheryl went about it. This may have been her first time doing it, but instinct counted for a lot. And as a woman, and a deeply sexual one at that, Cheryl had an instinctual gay indian boys knack for just how to gay indian boys please another woman with her mouth. Cheryl imagined what those tough street babes with whom she grew up would think now if they saw her lapping away at Monicas hole. Some would freak, theyd have trouble believing their eyes. But others would figure Cheryl was just a red hot piece of black ass who liked to get down and dirty, with vanilla as well as chocolate, with bitches as well as studs, with assholes as well as dicks and pussies. Cheryl had told Monica just how nasty some of those sisters were down in the hood, pulling trains and getting gang-banged by groups of horny studs, doing freak shows with other babes as entertainment at all night sex parties, turning tricks when they needed some ready cash. Cheryl had turned a few tricks herself, she confessed to Monica and shed been to gay indian boys orgies, gotten banged by groups of men. Cheryl may not have been able to take Andre’s oversized cock in her ass, but gay indian boys in other ways she was very experienced. "Oh yeah, you do it so nicely," Monica whispered, running her fingers through Cheryls braids. And she meant it, too. Cheryl was a born cunnilinguist.

Cheryl finally pulled away, looking up at Monica with a satisfied smile, proud that she had met and conquered this challenge. "I think you be good and ready to get fucked now," she said to Monica, making room for Andre, who brought his wiry body between Monicas open legs. She looked up at his handsome gay indian boys face, stroked his muscular, brown arms as he reached down to work gay indian boys his cock inside her. And then she felt it -- the fullness! -- his thick mocha-hued cock filling her pink cunt. Shed wanted to fuck a black man for some time now, and now here she was, actually doing it. Shed made it with a black babe before, Cheryl wasn the first. That was Samantha, her New York roommate. But she was even lighter-skinned than Andre and she wasn really black, the way Cheryl was. Monica would still have to try a real dark stud sometime, a stud as dark as Cheryl. Hell, shed have to ask Cheryl if Cheryl had a brother who gay indian boys might do the trick! "Oh yeah, stud, slam it in there," Monica said, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he fucked her with deep, smooth, steady strokes, Cheryl sitting right next to them and watching. She was really turned on by now, Monica was, and Andre was really hammering it into her. She didn have a tongue on her clit at the same time, and she didn need one. Because Monica felt she could gay indian boys climax at any time. But she held off for the moment, wanting more, wanting to take it in another position. So she rolled over, getting on top of Andre, screwing him the way Cheryl had been screwing him gay indian boys before. Now Cheryl had Monicas trim, smooth, white buns staring her in the face. She brought her hand down to Monicas butt to caress her, her fingers drifting into the crack, finding and fondling gay indian boys the rubbery sphincter as Monica earlier fondled hers. Monica hadn known this about her roommate, but now she was seeing that Cheryl, like her, seemed to be a bit of gay indian boys a butt freak. "You gonna play gay indian boys with mine the way I played with yours?" Monica asked, looking back over her shoulder at Cheryl. "While Andre down here reams out my cunt with his big dick."