"We went upstairs and I was about to unlock the door when Jill stopped me."Let me. Please?"I stepped back while Jill dug through her purse looking for...her key. She grinned triumphantly when she found it; the grin got wider when she finally got the door unlocked and opened. I could have had us in the house a full minute before that. There are times when efficiency takes a back seat to love.Jill took her laptop into the bedroom and put in on her desk."Let me go potty and then we'll have some. What’s a brother to do? Especially since I get a raging boner every time I see a hijab-wearing Black chick with a big booty? My obsession consumed me, man. I began doing my research on Somali culture in order to get myself one of these lusty ladies. I met Farah Al-Rashid inside the library of Canada’s Capital University, which we both attend. Guys, the first time I laid eyes on this Somali beauty, it was lust after first sight. You should have seen her, man. Five feet nine inches tall, chubby. The lust was running high. I plunge back in with a hard thrust. “Is this what you want?” My voice was low and rough. She gasps. “Yes.”“You know what? It’s more tiring than I thought. It’s like lower body pushups and I suck at pushups.” I said while keeping a steady penetrating pace. She giggled and pulled me in for a kiss. It was an energy booster.Every thrust was looking for deeper sensation than the former. Every thrust wanted to make its intention known. She surrendered completely, making. Finally, I was here. I started on the side opposite from where the front entrance was, looking for room 108. I ended up walking around the whole building before I finally found where I was going. I blew into my hands once again and knocked on the door. I could hear the faint sounds of T. V. coming from inside the room. "Please, Lord, let me be at the right place," I said softly and waited for the door to open. My head was still faced towards the ground as I tried to shield it from the wind when.