He was very vocal and kept asking me if his black dick felt better then my husband's white one. Did I like them long, dark and thick? It was so strang... to have this strange man fucking me and talking dirty, it made me crazy. He kept asking me if he was a better lover than my husband and finally I had to admit that he was. He was hung like a horse and I was feeling sensations the likes of which I'd never experienced with my husband. Finally I made him do me missionary style and wrapped my legs. .Itne me phone kat gaya aur fir mai ghar aa gayi.Ek din baad mai college bunk kar ke uske bataye huye address pe pahunch gayi. Altaf mujhe pickup karne aaya tha. Mai Altaf ke station ke bahar nikli to dekha uske pas bike hai. Fir mai uske piche baith gayi. Kuch 15 minute ke baad hum ek buiding ke compound me ghus gaye.Me: ye to residential area lagta hai..Altaf: Ha to…?Me: koi dekhega humko sath me to shak nahi karega..?Altaf: Ye mera hi ghar hai..kiraye par diya hua tha ab khali ho gaya hai.. Eros moved his hands underneath her, grabbing onto her butt cheeks. The loud slapping filled the room as he continued to slam into her.“Are you ready for my cum…you whore?” He said, getting ready for his own orgasm.“Yes master…please…fill your whore…fill me with your cum.” She groaned, trying to contain herself. A few thrusts later, he pushed his dick all the way in and began filling her with his juice.“Yes…oh yes.” Eros grunted as he orgasmed. At that same moment, she started to shake again. His hands pressed me closer, impossibly closer, and wound through my hair. My hands slid up his back, feeling the familiar planes. I could feel the longing that had resided in my chest for the last few days wane, replaced now by anticipation, familiarity and desire. These feelings, so much the focus of my time when we were apart, took on a life of their own when we were together. Anticipation knew that time was important and limited. It launched the body into its physical responses to his.