I find the way they look irresistible when they do these things. She was on the phone, her face had become quiet. “Yes, of course I want to but I ca...’t. I’m broke.” I watched her trying to hold back tears. “Yeah, sure, I’ll call you if by some miracle I have the money to meet you in London. I’m sorry Jude.” There was no goodbye. I loved her messy hair, and the black under her tired eyes. She stood on the platform waiting for the train to take her from Barcelona to Madrid. “Excuse me, do you. " quietly escapes your lips. You throw your hands on the ancient wall of the guard tower and fuck me back. The need to be fucked hard overrides your worries of being caught. You need and desire the cock that is alternately deep in your ass and then slipping back out. Over and over, pulling you back and pushing my hips forward just to push your hips forward as I withdraw. It seems to go on forever, but in reality it is only a few minutes. You open your mouth to scream but nothing emits except. Suddenly I remembered my camera. I ran to get it and jumped back on the chair in time to catch a shot of Belinda in the throes of orgasm, the black rod sinking into her glistening pussy as dozens of roaming hands encouraged her total abandon. I took the next shot as Belinda pulled away from his spurting log to stuff it into her mouth. She choked on the gushing semen and pulled back, coughing, letting most of the man’s come splash against her breasts. Before she could get the black cock. They stand before me in their naked glory, two gorgeous men now focused on me. Brian with unconcealed hunger in his eyes, Jonathan with an uncertain stance. Sensing Jonathan’s ambivalence, Brian steps up behind him, front to back. His hands roam his partner’s body. “Feel me, Jon. I’m here with you.” Brian’s voice is a soft caress. Jonathan lets out a shaky breath and leans back into Brian’s embrace. “That’s good Jon. You okay?” Jonathan nods his head. “Good, don’t be scared. We’re doing this.