My peach drooled and coated our pulsing sexes with my pearly white cream. I could feel my heartbeat in my clit as Makuo's cock pumped deep inside of m.... “I can’t get enough of you, Makuo,” I moaned and dug my nails into his hot dark flesh. With one swift movement, Makuo flipped us. My back pressing into the bed, he spread my legs wide and pushed my knees towards my chest. I watched him bury his shiny black cock deep into my juicy pink pussy. Hard and strong, he plunged into my hungry pussy, his. I lay staring at the ceiling listening to the Beatles "Get Back" and wondering first what kind of weird ass dream I'd been having and second, where the hell I was. I looked around the room while realization set in. Either I was asleep, in a coma, or dead. The other alternative wasn't possible. That shit doesn't happen, does it?I got out of bed and looked around. This wasn't another hotel, it was my old room. Not the room in the tiny apartment I kept for my infrequent lulls in travel but the one. I would ask my roommate Matt to help clean the place but he was always face deep in his hdtv playing video games. Maybe if he got laid atleast once in his life he would put the controller down. He never tried talking to any girls because he was always afraid they would turn him down because of his weight. And as much as I really needed the place cleaned I wasn't going to clean a dish but had a better idea. A few weeks ago I went into my room after class and created a cliche sexy girl name. She then said that leaves me frustrated as well, I did a quick exit as I did not fancy her at all and went back upstairs ,once again I heard Tracy calling out my name from the bedroom. I walked in to the room and sat down on the bed and in a soft whisper asked Tracy what was the problem she said I need a Man and you said you could fuck the arse of me last Christmas, She can make love to me as well but be gentle. I took no time to slip under the sheets with her caressing of her small breasts.