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“Good enough to eat,” Callis rasped, bringing the free hand that did not stroke his cock forward to close around the pliant hill of her right breast. His fingers burned her soft plump flesh as they squeezed her breast forcing the nipple upward like a sharp peak rising from the circle of naked gay black men his fingers. She moaned, feeling sensations she should not be feeling as her hips undulated and her back arched lightly. Then, Callis brought the naked gay black men cum-soaked head of his penis to the tightly aroused ball of her nipple tip and he grated the slit right over the ball, trailing his cum over naked gay black men the surface. She heaved at the shock of arousal that splashed through her as Callis smeared the thrusting protrusion of her nipple and then the aureole with his hot cum. “Been without a woman for over four years, sugar Candy,” Callis rasped, as his lips stretched back over his teeth as he groaned low in his throat, stroking his cock faster now. “If we live or die here, right now, and until I am through, I am going to take you like a man should take a woman.” Callis bent forward pressing his lips against her ear, while furrowing his hand fisting his cock between her breasts. “Like an animal,” Callis grated into her ear, making her whimper in denial. “I am going to fuck you like an animal, Candy, in your mouth, in your cunt, but especially your fat ass.” Candy squealed beneath the tape restricting her voice, left with only shaking her head frantically. “Yes, Candy,” Callis hissed against her ear. “Yes.” Callis looked down at Candy. Supple. Soft. Hot flesh. Woman sweet and fuckable. Hard cock in his hand. Pumping tight. He only had one desire. One burning, consuming desire. Pussy. Sweet. Hot. Juicy. Cumming naked gay black men all over his face. Yeah, that’s what a man thought about when forced to be celibate. That and his woman’s submission to him and only him.

He had to admit sugar Candy was one beautiful babe. The smell of her alone could make him cum. But, he had infinite control. It wouldn’t happen until he allowed it—and his cumming wasn’t the pleasure he was ultimately seeking. There were better things. A man could naked gay black men jack himself off, in a minute flat. Bliss for twenty-seconds—then gone. Or a man could eat for hours and live on the hum of pleasure thrashing through his body. He liked the way Candy’s body shook beneath his. It was more than fear. He savored his balls cradled in her soft belly and his cum soaked cock nestled between her tits. And then naked gay black men slowly he began to lick her. Just like a cat would. An animal leaving his mark, tasting his prey. But this was sexual, as he gripped her hair, using it to tug Candy’s head back and arch her throat to him. This was one of the most vulnerable places on a human and Candy felt it. She was forced to bare her tender throat to him as he laid the flat of his tongue down on the satin soft flesh and he licked the column with long slow laps, as she quivered beneath him. He could feel her Adams apple jumping along the surface of his tongue with every lap. Damn, she tasted good, but he knew there were places on her that tasted better naked gay black men, wet hot sticky places. But, first he was going to lick every naked gay black men inch of her, just like an animal—or a man marking his woman. Either way, he loved it as he licked over her collar bone, then he began working on her right armpit. Sweet there. Sensitive. He licked up her arms taking his time making sure to straddle her in such a way that his balls laid and stroked over her face, with every shift in position he made. The smell of him that way had to drown naked gay black men her senses. By the time he reached her fingers naked gay black men and started licking each one, while making sure to suck each digit into naked gay black men his mouth, with a slow sucking tongue, Candy was moaning. But now, her moan’s were not those of refusal, but whimpers and mewls of building arousal. Despite her determination not to be aroused, he was sure. She had no hope. All he cared about was her pleasure—that and maybe fucking her in the ass, because it was so dirty. When it came to sex, Candy was going to drip all over him naked gay black men anytime he looked at her with the intent to have sex with her. He had not gotten it, until the second year in the dark hole they imprisoned him in. A place, where thinking was the only thing that kept a man alive. That’s where he had finally figured it out—if a man really wanted a woman, he gave her pleasure and that is where he received his ultimate pleasure from. Show them what pleasure was—never backing down, even if they got timid or scared. Making them your slut, naughty and dirty, doing all those primitive things their bodies’ craved to do, but their minds rebelled against. Each barrier knocked naked gay black men down to get to their animal instincts beneath, freeing the more intense expansion of their pleasure. That was how Candy was going to submit to him. He was going to bring her to climax as many times as it took, until she begged him, for his cum. And she would beg.