He sends her off to wash up

Looking at Cassie’s almost naked beautiful lithe body, her perky white tits begging to be squeezed and her glistening with girl-juices pussy before him Franklin was tempted to simply push her on the old dusty couch and fuck her senseless. The throbbing dick in his pants insisted on him doing just that but this time the 40 year old black man decided to play it smarter.

“You are all covered in dust and grime.” He ran his hands over her soft skin as is to clean her but they just groped the exposed body before him. “Go wash up in my house. You don’t want to muck up your pretty new dress do you?”

Cassie covered futilely her bare breasts with her hands and walked with the tall black man, who was carrying her dress, to his house. Franklin holding his white price by the small of her back led her to the second floor bathroom. The abashed by her body’s reaction to the older black man’s touches girl didn’t even notice that the door was left slightly ajar. Franklin watched as his young neighbor stripped her panties and socks and slipped in the shower. Feasting his eyes on the nibble wet body the black man squeezed his trouser python.

“I’m going to show you just what your body is for, girly.” He fiercely whispered. With delight he observed as the white girl began kneading her pliant tit with one hand while the other’s fingers rubbed her clit. Cassie was trying to relieve the frustration brought by the older black man’s invasive digits.

“Oh god Mr. Wood, your thumb!” She moaned quietly but enough for the spying man to hear. With barely controlled lust he fixed his pants and jerked open the bathroom door.