Michelle tended to shut her eyes while making love, and this time was no exception. The black man groaned. She heard the chair that had barricaded the door to the bungalow being moved. Her body shook in a combination of emotions: fear, anger and humiliation. But then the third guy stood by Rick’s side and pulled his head upward. Michelle yelped in pain as the blows with his open, calloused hand rained down upon her soft, sexy buttocks. “I dunno,” he said under his breath. The black guy said nothing, but by the way in which he watched the blonde in action, he totally agreed. “No!” she again cried, the pain stinging. “Remind me to never get married in the winter again,” Michelle had joked. All he had to do was squint slightly, and it appeared as if she were naked. Once she did have her tongue out, her attacker began rubbing his cock against it, moving the ebony phallus up and down over its wet, pink surface. “You can do better than this, bitch!
