Here, let me show you guys the rest of the place. You guys can stay in my room while I sleep in the guest room - my room's bigger," he explained. "Oh,...and the tinkle room is right there."Steve's room wasn't what Michelle had imagined. She had an older brother away at college, and his room was full of posters and other guy things.Steve's room was almost spartan. The walls were blue and bare, and his bed was maybe queen sized, with a light and some more books crammed into the headboard. One was. I lick both index fingers in time with the beat. Holding my elbows out, you can tell I'm playing with my nipples, making them stand up for you.Covering myself again with one arm, I turn back to face you, my hips keeping time with the music.I straddle your legs, still dancing, my breasts almost in your face. I expose one nipple, then the other, and finally press your face in the cleavage between them.I've got my fingers in your hair, and am pressing your face to me as the song winds down. In. I was blurting out something about it being a mistake and that I must have been just staring off into space but he stopped me midsentence and said “Stop lie bitch, your shaved smooth from your head to your toes, I can spot a sissy faggot from a mile away. The last one I had rotated out of here. I’m thinking you might be my new piece of sissy cunt.” This I could handle so I smiled and said Id seen him and had been wondering how is cock would feel in my mouth. He told me he wasn’t gonna waste. "Oh, you like dancing, huh?" he took a deep breath."I want to cum in your mouth," I breathed, pressing my lips to his ear and then biting his earlobe gently. "And then I want to fuck you." Jesus, Danielle, you're a slut," he whispered and I giggled softly."I'm just a bedroom negra," I corrected him with a giggle.The lights were low and there were enough couples dancing to make us feel safe. Most of the people didn't seem to care, but some of them looked at us unhappily, some of the white women.