Reaching out, he squeezed her full, wobbling boobs through her blouse, enjoying the feeling of the pliant, resilient flesh. Dahlia whimpered in desire as he kneaded her tits, and shuddered as Brutus quickly began to unbutton her blouse. He slowly drew it back over her shoulders and Dahlia let it fall to the ground.

Brutus gave a low growl of satisfaction as he ogled her bouncing, appetizing breasts. They were creamy brown bowls of firm, soft flesh, capped by large, silver dollar sized nipples which puckered outward in excitement as the big stud ran the heels of his hands across them.

He encircled each tit in his hands and squeezed hard, rubbing them together lewdly and lifting them in the air. Bending down, he circled his powerful lips and sucked noisily at Dahlia's left tit, pulling at the soft circle of flesh like a vacuum, his tongue flicking rapidly back and forth across the throbbing finger of flesh. He drew away, a strand of saliva connecting her erect nipple and his mouth, and then clamped his mouth to her other pap while he caught the wet one between two fingers and squeezed it hard.

Dahlia yipped and moaned in carnal delight as the black dude worked vigorously away at her succulent brown boobs. He dropped his hands suddenly and reached around the back of her frock, seeking out the zipper. Slowly, he drew it down, and Dahlia's frock fell in a crumpled heap around her ankles. She was wearing no underclothes, and her full ripe hips were a delicious pale brownish hue. A triangle of dark crinkly hair glistened between her legs, moist with her love juices, and she gave a sharp cry of delight as Brutus began to run his hands slowly up the insides of her thighs until they met between her legs, scraping through her warm pubic bush.

Brutus dropped to his knees and slowly spread the pouting, slickened outer lips of Dahlia's vagina, revealing the glistening interior of her cunt.