Fatima got out of her car and stood against the bonnet, waiting nervously for her mysterious stranger to exit his car. Her heart was pounding and she could hear a loud ringing in her ears. The stranger got out of the driver side, closed the door and walked leisurely over, drinking in every detail of Fatima. He was tall, lean and well toned. He still had his track pants on with a black, sleeveless tank top. His hair was black and gelled up in a sort of messy look. He was clean shaven and had cherry brown eyes which seemed to hold the deepest secrets within their depths. He stopped directly in front of her and stared deep into her eyes for a long moment. Fatima couldn't breathe. He was absolutely gorgeous, and when he smiled, it took her breath away. It must have been a full minute before she realized that this gorgeous stranger was talking to her. His voice was deep and full, but became husky with lust as he almost whispered, "Lets get rid of this headscarf so we can see what's hiding. ‘Mmm.’ Fliss moaned as we kissed, and her hand came up to cover my right tittie through my shirt. We continued to kiss for some time, tongues caressing each other as we felt each others’ tops. I broke the kiss and stood up, unbuttoning my shirt and allowing it to fall to the floor as my hands reached behind my back to undo the hooks holding my bra over my breasts. Finally unclasping it, I tossed it to the floor and let my firm little 34B tits bounce free. I unbuttoned my shirt and let that fall, rejoining Fliss on the bed in nothing but my stockings. My mouth covered hers once more, and I saw her eyes close as she surrendered to the moment. I moved my hand down her body, caressing the beautiful, firm alabaster skin of her thigh before reaching under her nightshirt to the core of her sex, covering her pussy with my hand. Fliss didn’t shave, and her pubes felt silken beneath my hand as I probed, finding her wet slit and flicking my middle finger over her clitoris as she moaned into my.
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