My cock was pressed under me pointing up my flat, slightly muscular stomach, and I could feel myself leaking precum all over myself and the sheets. H... squirted a large dollop of a thick water based lubricant onto his fingers and he slowly massaged the cold slippery goo around my asshole. Without much delay, he gently slid his finger into my willing hole. The lube was cold, so the feeling was not very arousing. However, from my past experiences, I knew if he kept working it, I would warm up. Black men and black women trusting and respecting each other. It’s not a myth. It’s not a fairy tale. It can happen. Right here and right now. Trust me on that one. I’ve seen it. And it’s a beautiful thing. We don’t need to tear each other down. Back in the day, we suffered together. Black women don’t need to turn against the black men of their families and communities by embracing the social disease known as the man-hating manifesto. An invention of racist women. Feminism is a social movement. Sethu then took off his underwear and exposed his rock hard cock. Saroja saw it and was stunned. It was about 8 inches and quite thick compared to her husband 5 inches. Sethu grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his cock. It was hard and Saroja felt her body give in to lusty desire. “what a size this bastard has..” she thought to herself.He made her stroke it and then rubbed his fingers in her pussy making her cum. He threw her on the bed and started roughly pawing her. Saroja said “no. Quickly I realized that I lost complete control of the situation. As I tried to get up to leave he grabbed my ponytail and yanked me back. Scared tears started running now my checks but he didn’t care. Then Mr. H ripped open my shirt and unhooked my bra freeing my tits. He pawed roughly at them, squeezing them pinch the nipples. I struggled to break free but that was met with another SMACK. Forced to my knees Mr. H released his cock from the confines of his pants. "Suck!" his voice ordered. I.