For The Sensual

His outfit. Black. As revealing—after all, she is his equal; he, her partner in these crimes. Leather. His small, tight, muscular chest and arms in a tight, leather vest. His nipples, like hers, clipped. Black leather chaps—actually, jodhpurs—open crotch…covered by a black, quilted, leather cod, the strap disappearing between that tight muscular ass—cock, ringed and straining in the cod—she knew, principally, for her. The cod would be the first thing to go we they arrived at their destination.Pants trailing tightly into his black riding boots. Black trench, just like hers, only a bit more modestly covered.

Time to go.

In the car, any average, attractive black couple, out for the evening. Within minutes, transformed into an extremely attractive black couple when the reached their destination. In the lot, they mask themselves. She unhitches her coat, letting it fall open—complete exposure. She, hung as well as he—after all, she is his equal….He tosses his in the rear seat—with his cod-piece. She catches her breath when she looks at what is hers—she will share, but it is clear that she in the sole owner of this flesh—the proprietress. He places the lead on her collar—on this entrance, she will be led; if they need to alter the mood of the gathering—to take control so to speak—then he will let her stalk—the thought of it makes him stir and leak…she is too observant---and extremely hungry when it cums to him….

They enter. Almost immediately, but quite subtly, a tall, slender, busty black woman approaches them. She is the color of copper-head to toe….her hair is a flame—short, flickering, smouldering---so is she. Her thick nipples—clamped—are rouged and appear even thicker; more inviting. The ring piercing her clit, begs pulling—by a muscular tongue. The two feminine forms embrace---mouths together….full lips open…tongues distended , probing like hot, nasty, male organs—like swollen, hard cocks. Each has a hand between the other's spread thighs—fingers disappearing in/encircling the hot sex of the other…another digit, coyly probing each rosebud….