Amber’s Favorite Color

A single lamp burned in the small but well-furnished apartment living room. Beth Hayden was whimpering softly as she writhed in a passionate sixty-nine embrace under the woman above her. The sharp contrast of Beth's lush five foot four, 35-22-36, twenty-one year old body and blonde hair, locked beneath the thirty-five year old Negress was strong in the soft light, and it thrilled her husband as he watched them working on each other.
For a long time it was enough for him to watch them and jack himself off, but finally Don gave in to his desire and moved across to them, clutching a bottle of Vaseline in his hand.