Lori is reaching down for Aadya’s ass again. My racist religion teacher with her tongue between my Indian art teacher’s mocha cheeks. A sexy sheen of sweat building on both women. I turn on the frigid water again, watching it pour down over Aadya’s black hair. My nose wrinkles slightly from the sourness. Sexy open-toed black shoes still on her feet. Then I start rubbing and teasing her pussy with the hard handle of the brush, flicking and tapping and sliding on her slit from over her tights. Her feelings mean nothing to me as I take what I want, feel what I need to feel from her body. She yelps in pained surprise, but I clamp hard on her labia, not letting her escape. Black, fuzzy fur covers her entire crotch. Instead I find her licking at the wrong hole! It seems so intentional. I can see well enough from my vantage point to know what’s wrong. I knead and slap at her thick ass cheeks as I bottom out inside her, our pubes nuzzling against each other.
