The other black man moved.
He was between her legs. His hands were on her thighs— spreading them, holding them. His face was near her pussy. His breath was warm on her labia. His fingers went to the lips. He spread them. The pink inner flesh was visible— glistening, the spit and the juice mixing.
He slapped her ass.
PAH—
Her body jerked. Her ass rippled— the pale flesh bouncing, the cheek reddening. Her legs kicked. But the other man's hand— M'baku's— was on her jaw, holding her head, holding his cock in her mouth. She could not move. She could not escape.
He lifted her leg.
Over his chest. Her calf was on his shoulder. Her thigh was against his chest. Her pussy was open— the angle different, the opening tilted, the access easier. He positioned himself. His cock— ten inches, dark, the head purple— pressed against her entrance.
