They looked like the ones she had worn the day before. Then she told me she wanted to know if they were too smelly for her to wear, or they needed a w...sh. I was a bit flustered because ... I really didn’t want her to know I like feet. I mean, that was so embarrassing. What if she thought I was a freak, or she found me creepy? Nobody liked feet, much less their smell, except me, apparently. Her explanation was a little hard to believe, too. It was obvious those socks needed a wash. Still, she. He didn’t allow me to give him just a nice up and down suck–he wanted to fuck my mouth, and I wanted him to. He twisted my long hair around his hands and pulled my head so close I was gagging. And with as much leverage as he could get while sitting on the toilet, he rammed that cock as far down my throat as it would go. He started battering my mouth so hard my teeth were vibrating and kept shouting out FUCK! with each thrust. I hated for it to ever end, and yet I desperately wanted his cum in. His hand on my shoulder, the other holding me by the waist. His hand slips and rubs my ass cheek. It quickly, yet tenderly, runs through my ass crack. I can feel his black finger slipping into my asshole, only for a split of a second. It reminds me of how empty I feel. I feel something should be plugged down there. And I can't think of anything better than his hard wet black cock. It's so long and I wonder how deep I can let him go.He holds his hard black cock against my hungry hole. He starts. To reduce the effect I held her waist but it served for the worst only. Because it was now like giving her a cowgirl ride on my dick. I could feel her being slightly wet. I whispered “Sorry” on her ears. And her reply shocked me.She: why?Me: For the pokingShe: mmmmAfter a pause she saidShe: Thank youMe: Why?She: For the pokingI was shocked by that statement. The car went on like that giving us immense pleasure. I even doubted that I may cum there itself. But luckily I didn’t.We reached there by.