So I nodded at him, to continue. I looked around to see where all the noise was coming from. It was from a blonde girl, who was maybe 18-20 give or ta...e, with tattoos down her back, bent over the kitchen bench. She was sucking off a guy lying on top of the bench while being fucked from behind. She also was jacking a guy off. The guys were saying something to her, that I didn’t understand or make sense of. “Sharma ta” “Whoosh” “Kiss” I don’t what they meant but they must have meant something. It coated my pussy with its hot streams.I fell on my knees to the floor in a total haze.I heard a knock at the door and a voice asking if I needed anything. Someone who worked there must have heard my moans and cries.I said I was fine; then I got up and put my wet thong on, although my pussy lips were a real mess. I got dressed and left the room.I met my loving Victor at the coffee shop where he was waiting for me. I told him that the dress did not fit well on my body.I purred like a kitten,. We flirted with each other for several months with him at one point asking me if I would like an armadillo embossed on my forehead. I was confused until I realized his belt buckle was an armadillo, and he was referring to sticking his cock in my mouth hard enough to push my forehead against his belt. He was quite a bit older than I, but he was intriguing. He was a biker which always turned me on. I tried every excuse I could think of, and all he had to say was "when you think of something good,. '" His voice raising to a high falsetto as he portrayed some wimpy excuse for a hubby that followed his now black cock addicted wife around the lounge. The entire posse would roared with laughter."Yeah bros just hang on, let me break them pretty white bitches in and they will do anything for you. They deserve the best, which is me, and when I am done they crave black cock. I have seen two dozen marriages fall apart after I got done showing the little misses what a man could do to their tight.