“Well, dang, Leyla,” Kendra Cooke, one of my friends, said when she spotted me. The Black girl rushed over, her exposed hair short and fuzzy, in a...little mini-afro that made her look so cute. Her belly shirt clung to her round breasts.Suddenly, I wanted to touch those chocolate mounds. I was such a slut.“Did you forget your headscarf?” she asked, falling in beside me. “Your mom will freak when we have math.”“It's fine,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I just...everyone should know.”“Know. Maybe they would be the ones embarrassed for a change."Sure, I do this stuff all the time. Are these bushes all right?"She walked between the bushes to the wall of the building and leaned against it. She didn't even bother setting her books down. Anytime now the others would arrive, force her to her knees and make her suck them all off. It had happened more than once where she used to live. Besides, she kind of liked sucking cock. At least she would feel wanted, for something.A few minutes. It was not the first time that Ihad danced with another man. Somehow, however, this was different.There was something about the way that he held me while we danced.Maybe it was the way that he looked at me. Maybe it was the way thathis hand on my back moved slowly and gently trying to get just theslightest touch of the more intimate parts of my body. I only knew thatit felt very good, and I did not want it to stop!I pressed closer to him, and felt his hard cock pressing against mythigh. My. She applied on my cock and when to the table and bent on the table. I could not hold any longer, When from behind and caught her and inserted my cock into her pussy. She said wow your silky cock is hot and sending waves into me. I started pumping into her. She said that it was not the way. She said she will count 1-5 and I should hold it in her pussy and slowly pull out from 6-10. This made me more made. My cock head was bulding and she was moarning eeeeeee ahhhhhhh eeeeeeee. This went on for.