Tenderly she leaned in and pressed her ample breasts against his back. Seeing their clothes, his mind flashed with images from last night where Jamilah had been on top of Marc, riding his big black cock hard, while her amazing tits had been in his face. Maybe they just got up… Fadi felt a bit relieved and wanted to glance over at the stairs, but since he certainly didn’t want to ruin the breakfast, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the omelet. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Jamilah smiled teasingly. It was something he had always found so riveting, something that had always made him warm inside. While lovingly looking on, Fadi let out a sigh. He didn’t want to be improper and listen in on the black man without knowing that it was okay. A sight that he had always found so beautiful and exciting, and he felt so grateful to be in the presence of such a wonderful moment. He wanted to come at the same time as the black man came over Kathryn.
