.taunted her.. yet turned her on all at once. She didn't know how he managed it. She was stuffed full of his throbbing cock though, afterall. He stepp...d back from the wall, holding her body with the pure strength of his arms, bouncing her along his raging, pulsing manhood as she quivered. She tossed her head back, lips half-parted with little squeals and whimpers. "Cum on my cock, baby. Cum, now. Such a whore for me.." He chuckled evilly as he plunged deeper, holding off on his own release,. While chatting she told me lot of new and unknown things about sex.It felt like she was giving me sex education.One day Shalini came to my flat and that day she was looking red hot.She was wearing a kurta and legging which was perfectly showing off her figure.As we were close to each other, I complimented her that she was looking sexy.She thanked me and we chatted for few minutes….Slowly she was becoming open to me…..she was telling me about her sex life….how she was sex deprived and all other. Would she return to her apartment, her hovel, instead of spending the night with the white man at his place again? If she did, he'd take her. He'd take her and bind her and gag her. Then he'd snip, snip her clothes right off of her. Then he'd show her what it's like to be with a real man, not that toady prissy shithead she'd glommed onto. He'd pound her into submission. Smash her nose, cut her prominent squaw cheeks with his fists until he could see the white of her cheekbones. Then he'd fuck. For her? For HER!?! My heart had been wrenched out of my chest by her lying and it was bad for her? I tried to watch football. I tried to work on the computer. I tried to do anything, but I couldn’t concentrate. About 4pm, Jennifer called again and left a message. She said that she knew she could never make it up to me, but wanted to try to explain and talk again. I never answered her call. Work. I buried myself in my work for a couple of days and then went home for Christmas. My family asked.