My face was covered in her juices. She was still breathing hard when I sat up, grinning arrogantly at how worked up she was. I stopped grinning when s...e sat up with a fierce expression on her face and slid her hands down the front of my pants, her fingers searching out my cock. Her nails tickled my tip and I sucked in my breath. "Jesus," I said and I moaned when she stood up and shoved her hands further into my groin and she bit at my shoulder. "Get your cock out now," she demanded. Our four. Put one beneath each nipple. Hmmm yes. There’s a good boy. Does that hurt? I bet that makes your cock stiff. Put another one just at the base of your cock, between your cock and your balls. That’s it. Beautiful. I can imagine the pain in your eyes. It’s funny thinking of you doing these things to please me. It’s only dull pain right now. I like it best when I tell you to take them off; then it really hurts. Then there will be tears in your eyes slut, and you will love me for that. “I wish I. Innn and ouuttt I would slide it from my mouth slowly, while caressing his balls and sliding a finger in the hole of his beautiful round ass. He deeply moans and I know I am doing everything right. His lengthy cock was so hard it felt more like a rod than a part of his body. He shook each time I thrust my mouth over his cock and took him deep. Drops of precum were already coming from him frequently that I knew he would have it rough trying to hold back from cumming. Now was the time to stop!. I took a plane from Ottawa to Boston on the sixth day of June 2010. The moment I set foot in Boston, I fell in love with the city. One of the pilots working for American Airlines was a stunning Black woman. My brother James came to pick me up. He was wearing a Black silk shirt over Black silk pants and Black Timberland boots. My older brother looked fantastic. We hugged, and he drove us from Long Airport to his townhouse in the Back Bay. Man, I was glad to see my brother. He was looking good.