Was it just a hookup?”“No we didn’t have sex on the first date. Although she did pass out while I ate her out a week or two later.” Caleb says...while rubbing my thigh making me instantly wet. “What about you? Where’s Ellie?” He asks Derek.“She had to stay home with the little one.”“Does she ever get to come to your shows anymore?”“Sometimes. But it’s rare now.” Derek says with a sigh. “How big of an age difference is there between you guys?”“6 years apart. She’s 18. I’m 24. But she’s a lot more. No doubt about it, the taste of creamy, salty semen was way better than the usually strong-odoured, sometimes fishy, pussy juice. One full load and I was addicted to man-cum. One text and I was addicted to black cock. One evening and I loved being on my knees. One taste of black cock and I was no longer straight. I kept sucking his cock after he quit coming, wanting to retrieve every last drop of cum and not sure what I was supposed to do once his juicy creamy cock left my lips. What was the. He stared at the platform once more. It appeared to be clear apart from the well-wishers there to wave their friends goodbye."Oh, mon Dieu. Un homme. Ce n'est pas vrai." The voice was female. Soft and sensual, it had a rich, warm, chocolaty tone.Harry turned to view his companion. She was every bit as beautiful as her voice had promised. She had a distinctly Parisian look—elegant and effortlessly chic despite her expression of extreme annoyance. Her nose was wrinkled and her eyes half-closed.. Not up for sex anymore. He’s really just waiting to die and join Maman, you see. He eats, drinks, smokes pot and cigarettes, runs the town, and sits around, waiting to die. Just a Creole Fred Sanford, you see,” Pierre explained things a little better to me.“On the other hand, you still got plenty of black cock in you, and I don’t recall any protest whatsoever,” Eustace added as he remembered buggering me.“Other than a little soreness, there was no issue at all. I mean, hell, Ray rode my dick.