This is not just not the end, but not even the beginning. When distributing required copyright @ Adrian Rayne.

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I woke up from the fact that I kissed. Soft, gentle, gentle, but tangible. Female lips touched my nose, cheeks, lips, ears and neck. At times, I felt how she stuck out the tip of her naughty tongue and held it to me on the lips, ear or eyelid, and I was tickled, but also very nice. Without opening my eyes, I raised my hand and stumbled upon the heated body of a mulatto. She stood on all fours above me, but she managed not to touch my body with a single centimeter of her skin. Only lips and tongue. Although ... I also felt her sticking nipples sticking occasionally across her breasts. Oh, Jess ... Slut. Chocolate slut.

Opening my eyes, I met the gaze of Jess. She looked at my face and smiled.

- Sleep well?

- Yeah ... sleep with you, perhaps. - I smiled, slapping her tits. The sound was unexpectedly wet and sonorous, and the girl's chest hanging over me began to sway. I did not deny myself the pleasure of slapping it a few more times — it was already more sensitive. Jess did not protest, on the contrary: she set boobs under my palms and swayed them in time with slaps.

“This is how it is necessary to slap such depraved sissy whores like you ...” I said, slapping a new slap on the black woman’s breasts. - So that your protruding milkings remember what lustful bitch they belong to ... Do you like it, nipple?

- I like it very much, master. Slap me even more !! - With pleasure in her voice answered Jess and her pointed nipples once again drew a curve across my chest.

- It's good, slut. So you will like what I have thought for you ... - I said, starting to peel her breasts much harder and more inconsiderate. With a real girl, I would never do that. But if Jess was created for cruel madness, lascivious swearing and endless enjoyment of every inch of her body ... So I ruthlessly beat her breasts, watched her sway from side to side, black, shiny, topped with sharp tips of sensitive papillae.

- In my opinion, you just adore, when you are so cruelly beaten on elastic depraved tits, and a bitch? - I was excited all the more from the feeling of permissiveness, which opened up to me in games with Jess. I could fuck her as I wanted, torture in any way, and she was frankly, shamelessly and absolutely happy, no matter how much I mocked her body.

- Yes, master, I really like ... beat me again, please, I beg you ... my depraved tits deserved it so much ... - Jess groaned moaning.

Her breasts dangled from every slap, hot, sweaty, scratched, unbearably beckoning ... I imagined what a black woman should feel now, when I was already a good five minutes mercilessly beating her sensitive boobs, exhausted by a hail of spanking, and this thought led me into a frenzy. I rushed forward, grabbed her breasts, dug my mouth into them, almost not controlling myself. I wanted to lick and suck, bite and moan with pleasure ... And I bit, sucked and licked hot flesh, roasted with the equatorial sun, lowed in ecstasy and crushed elastic breasts. Jess groaned, screaming in pleasure, clutching at my head with her thin but strong fingers, pressing my face to my boobs as hard as possible. It seems that both of us were incredibly good, only to each in its own way. She liked to feel hard-spanked and ruthlessly, passionately bitten milkings burn, and to me - how I literally drowned in a hot depraved black bosom, which I was so exhausted to deliver to her mistress acute pleasure ...

Amazingly, it didn’t come to sex this time.I did so much for these one and a half days that I could be satisfied with simple petting ... Although not everyone would have turned his simple language, but in fact our game on this sunny morning was only a preliminary caress.

After a few minutes of madness, I calmed down. Then he emerged from the depths of Jess's breasts. I lay down a little, cooling down. He pulled off Chocolate and got up from the hammock. She didn’t try to stop me, but she didn’t lie back, she also climbed onto the lawn and stretched like a cat, arching her back.

It was stuffy and hot. I was overwhelmed with sweat, my own and someone else’s, overheated and overexcited ... It looks like a little more, and I’ll have enough heat stroke. We had to cool down urgently. And the pool did not fit, the water there is warm.

- You can regenerate the skin on the chest. Let's take a shower. - I said, and we with the black woman went to the bathroom on the first floor.

There was a large bath with hydromassage, a spacious shower stall and a large mirror in the half-wall. I shoved Jess inside the booth (I noticed that the scratches and bites on her boobs are almost invisible), climbed up after him, and then unscrewed the maximum cold water pressure. A moment later, Jess and I poured ice spray on me? and she heard her heart-rending squeal, almost passing on to ultrasound. I was rather neighing, clutching Jess tenaciously and not allowing her to escape from the shower and, say, siganut over the side of the booth. I remembered her frills at the hotel too well, so I decided to prevent all these acrobatic numbers. I should note that it was not very comfortable for me to stand under cold water either. But during the years of my life at Master’s house, I learned to pour ice almost in a bucket and had 100% hardening. Could walk naked in the snow for an hour - just did not check longer. Swim in the hole. I also tried to sleep in the snow, though not for long. Sleeping for too long under extreme conditions burns the body’s resources at lightning speed, so I didn’t want to spend all my internal NS without need.

In general, the icy (in fact, just very cold) shower, even after the equatorial heat and hot sex with a sultry beauty, did not bother me at all. On the contrary, it helped to relax and gather. Jess, who, according to her, did not feel discomfort and at minus sixty, desperately squealed, burst out and generally behaved like a real person ... Like a girl who was doused with intolerably cold water. However, I demand too much from a person (I stubbornly perceived Jess not as a bio-robot), who began to live actively less than two days ago. And before that, lay in a capsule, or where they grow ginoids. She has yet to learn how to use her abilities. In addition, the constant stay in the cold is not equivalent to the stress of the instantaneous temperature drop, the transition from molten heat to the ice spray.

For a while I enjoyed the desperate shriek of Jess, chuckling and patting her back, bottom, legs and boobs. Then he had mercy and turned on the hot water. Now the spray has become warmer, and the girl calmed down, even leaned against me.

- Sorry, that without warning you doused. - I said. - In the summer I love ice shower. And I have summer here almost all year round. And I adore him too.

- And I. - Jess smiled. - At least, I like the sun and its warmth ... And everything is so beautiful ... And such pleasant smells ...

- Right. - I sniffed. - Especially the smell of one negritos roasted under the sun.

Jess was both embarrassed, and flushed, and smiled.

- Do not apologize for the cold shower, it was very useful ..

- And, that is, you squealed in ecstasy of pleasure? - I was curious

- No ... I screamed because it was unexpected. Sometimes I suddenly discover new sensations, and although I know what it is in theory, knowledge will not compare with my own experience. So do not worry, everything is normal.

- Agreed. - I nodded. - Now I will wash you, and you will get another new feeling. And then let's go to the hall, suffer some more amazing nonsense ... - I muttered, opening a bottle of shower gel and generously pouring jesino on my body.- So ... How should I lather this shameless nigger negritosku ...

“I would also like to soap my dear master.” - Jess confided in my ear.

- So ...