.I love it…..I am yours …..” her voice and words were driving me crazy…..I started to bit her slowly…her nipples were hard and were amazing�...�she could not bear it more and laid down on the carpet….. I could not leave her…during all her movements from the sofa to the carpet, I kept sucking her, and she kept holding my cock in her hand under my shorts. I was damn hard…both of us had completely forgotten that Prashanth was sitting there watching all these. I started to lick her neck and again. So, needless to say, I started fucking her almost every day. She used to tell me how her indian husband had a small dick and she was not really satisfied in the bed. However there were other complications in her relationship with him. Slowly their families intervened and they started patching things up. After a couple of months she moved back in with her husband.However, she still used to message me sometimes telling me how much she missed me and my big arab cock. I tried to fuck her again but. Why did you all but just start a war with the whites?"I exhaled a breath slowly as Stump drew his cock out to it's head, then slowly pushed back into me. It make it hard to concentrate. "Because I wanted them to see, master, needed them to see being black owned is MY choice. I wasn't forced into it. I only spread my legs for black men. I needed them to know that I believe in black supremacy."I pushed back against Stump, needing him to go deeper. Harder. I moaned loudly as Stick continued,. He rammed into her with increased fury until he felt his muscles begin to contract and he began to cum, spewing his maleness deep into her back passage.The pressure inside her finally began to subside as his massive erectness became soft and he slowly began to withdraw from her. It was as if she had no rights, no soul, no humanity, as if she had been some stuffed dummy exclusively for anyone's pleasure, and she wept uncontrollably.At last the man got up from the bed and began to get dressed..