Recent Blogs: PIMP MY BLACK TEEN was a kiss like no other Johnny had known. Arms about this near-naked, fully-grown woman, himself naked and being stroked by her expert fingers, Johnny closed his eyes as their tongues explore one another's wet mouths. He clutched her tight to him and thrilled to the feeling of her large breasts pressed against his chest while he palmed her pussy with his other hand. Mrs. Hanson moaned, "MMMmmmmMMMmmmmhhhh!" - that same moan that had sent vibrations deep up the shaft of his cock when she'd sucked him off earlier; there was still the musty taste of his cum in her mouth.
Johnny moved his hand all about the flimsy cloth of her insignificant panties, which by now were absolutely saturated. He reached up and slid his hand beneath them, placing his hand at last on her neatly trimmed fur, reaching down to feel the soft flesh of her pussy. "Oh Gawd," she breathed, "pull them off!"
Mrs. Hanson stood back from the desk to allow him to pull her tiny panties down her thighs and over the tops of her stockings. She carefully stepped out of them, leaving her heels on. She then reached for his hand and indicated for him to move away from the edge of the desk. Mrs. Hanson carefully spread the remaining dry towels she had brought from the locker room out over the top of the desk, then scooted her butt up on them. She lay back, moved back some more and then picked up her legs, placing her heels on the firmly on the edge of her desk. Her long strand of pearls lay off to one side; the three wraps about her throat gave Mrs. Hanson an absolutely wanton look. "Go ahead, Johnny, stick it in," she said simply.
