I even thought of going into his bedroom when he slept, because I knew he slept in just his boxers. I would go in and see his penis, just see it. Noth...ng else. I didn’t though. 

The following evening, nothing had really transpired. Not like the last night, and even not between us. He was quiet, and a little reclusive. He would ask me how school was and if I needed help with my math homework, which was the only class I had a hard time with. I had finished it early because I wanted to spend. “Arms under your back, bitch, your throat is mine now.” He ordered as he guided his cock into my waiting mouth. His hands gripped my head and he pushed his now rock hard cock past my tongue and down my throat. My throat muscles worked his growing cock while I choked and gagged on him; my own spit started to run down my face and I closed my eyes. My black lover fucked my face in long deep thrusts pulling out enough for me to gasp a breath before pushing back into me. Slow and steady, he paused. Dhire-dhire maine uske kapde kholne laga,sirf bra aur panty me rah gayi us samay wo aur jyada kamuk lag rahi thi,mai bhi sirf underwear me tha,wo bhi mere lund ko daba rahi thi,sach kahu isse pahle maine jitne bhi sex kiya usme se sab se jyada sex ki devi lagi,maine usko pura nanga kar diya, Kya dono boobs ka sef hai,sayad kah nahi sakta uske samne sab ke boobs kamjor lagne lage,kya body kaho ya pink nipples to itne lambe dekar mere lund ka size aur bada & itna karrunt dodne laga ki kah nahi. 'He' finds his way in without further help. Just the knob, pressing your lips, as he knocks, wanting to enter. I feel you hold yourself open for me and him and press a little further forward. The knob of my red angry cock is engulfed as, without stopping, I feed you his whole length. You’ve held him before, you know his size, you know that when you wrap two hands round his shaft there is still more left. You know the size I’m blessed with and you love every last millimetre. I watch your face.