“Now what are you going to do for me, Joseph?” she asked, hitching her fingers into the waistband of her skimpy white thong. My cock twitched by w...y of reply, the compulsion to finish myself was almost overwhelming, my balls were starting to ache such was my desire for release.I noticed her look down at my predicament, aware that my cock was basically a ticking time bomb, liable to go off at any second.She raised her gaze, grimaced and gave a small sigh which I took to be one of disappointment.. She welcomed me inside. She asked me to make myself comfortable and went inside the kitchen.She returned back with fresh pine apple juice and some sweets. She then came and sat near me and started talking. During this period she prompted me to have a couple of sweets and I too had finished gulping the juice also. I knew that although both of us were chating a lot of things our minds were not on the topics and as one of us had to take initiative.I told her that I thought that some young lady was. This time he was rubbing me violently and suddenly he put one of his figures in me. While kissing I was about to scream, it was deep and he was rubbing my insides like a monster. Slowly he put another one inside.I kept telling him it won’t fit but he was now not in the mood of listening. He dug another finger in. It did not even take a single second for me to empty my tank. I had completely wet my pants. For a moment there I lost the track of my surroundings and when I grasped my senses again.I. I could feel his hot semen flowing into my bowels. His humping had not slowed and at that moment I felt an intense orgasm starting to build up…I had lost count of the numbers of orgasms I had experienced tonight in the hands of those bastard black men. I was different. Suddenly I felt like more of a whore than I had ever wanted to be. It was delicious. I realized that I was bucking wildly against his dick; I was yelling for him to fuck me.Then it finally happened: my arms gave away and my face.