John layed his eyes upon the tall black woman. “I need a cigarette,” she said getting up from the bed. Desi sex John was laying on his stomach. “Yea, a little,” John replied. Chyna crushed out her cigarette. Her tongue darted in his mouth. Her black hair flowed down her golden brown skin and ended just at her large sumptous breasts. He followed Chyna out onto a covered porch. “What do you want from me,” she whispered? He could feel her softening cock sliding in and out of him. She thrust faster and a little deeper each time. She felt a hotness growing between her legs as she looked at the young man. John said his goodbye and drove home with semen leeking from his asshole. She grabbed his hair roughly and
