Just when I thought he was going to cum, I took his cock out of my mouth and went back to his balls, except this time I kept my hands away (making sur... he wouldn't cum in my hands). Rod was hard as a rock and he started grabbing my head, directing it back to his throbbing dick. That's when I decided to deep throat him. Oh, the difference between a white man and black man's cock became clear that moment. For the first time since I was in high school, I almost gagged on a dick. I couldn't. You felt the outside of his boxers, feeling the hard heat within. ‘I want to taste you.’ You say to him, meeting his burning gaze His eye brows slightly raise in response, his mouth slightly opens. You pull his hardness out of his shorts. His penis was so warm and rather large. You rub it for a while, occasionally looking up at his face, eyes closed and head tilted back. You lick the head, a slightly salty taste spreads across your tongue. You enjoy it, and feel a little ashamed and dirty. “Don’t you think, Amna? You’ve now got a beautiful pair of forty eight double D cup, darling. Your breasts will be the envy of everyone!” Amna self-consciously explored the contours and the strange weight of them. Her aunt was right. They were enormous! And they felt so hard and firm! She sat up slowly and felt them slowly drop as she became less horizontal. “What do they look like? I don’t look like a freak do I?” “Not at all!” Fatima reassured her. “What do you think, Sally?” Aunt Salim. What are you doing here anyway? I forgot about freshmen orientation at Duke University tomorrow and– I gestured with my hand, expecting him to finish what he was going to say when I saw him staring at me. I looked down and realized that my boobs were out of the water and visible. I was about to cover them up when I noticed a huge bulge in Brandons shorts. My mouth started to water as I imagined his juicy cock getting harder and harder by the second. I hesitated but brought my hand to his.