He had no control now, he was going to cum no matter what he did. He stroked himself faster, speeding up the flow of cum from his balls, causing his b...dy to jerk violently as the white hot cum erupted from the end of his cock, arching up and away from his body. He was not conscious of what his tongue was doing while his body was in the grip of his own orgasm. He was brought back to reality as her pussy was crushed against his face and a flood of hot, sweet juice was released into his mouth. She. “I think I might’ve brought something over.” I open the fridge and much to my dismay, find it to be completely empty. Damn, I’d left the boxes of groceries at my other place. Kaleb grins. “I’m good, but thanks.” I close the refrigerator door, embarrassed. “Sorry,” I mumble, “I thought. . .” He gives a little laugh. “No worries. Now I just have reason to ask you over to my place for dinner.” My heart begins to flutter in a frenzy now as I look up into his eyes. “Six o’clock?” he asks. I’m. “I’ll give you ten minutes to get it up.” she said and slid off the bed. I laid there staring up at the ceiling, wondering if I could get it up again. Sure, I’d done it three times in one session before. But, it usually took longer than ten minutes.Diana walked back in the room a few minutes later, she had gone into the bathroom and cleaned off my cum from her breasts and neck. She sat down on the bed beside me, and looked at the her watch. “Six minutes…don’t disappoint me.” she said. I looked. Later that afternoon, we could see from the windows that customers were starting to arrive. One of the guards came in, grabbed my arm and brought me down to the lobby downstairs. Word spread that they had a white woman in the brothel and wanted to show me off to the customers waiting down at the lobby.I was exotic to them as not only was I white but the fact my body was covered in tattoos was a huge turn on for them, as women here in India typically don’t have tattoos on their bodies, or at.