He grabbed my stomach, and then squeezed my butt, rubbing all over with his slippery hands. My dick was rock solid and an inch away from his face, but...it was still soapy. He gazed at it as he rubbed my butt and stroked my shaft. Reaching under my lifted leg, he slowly pulled his hand down sliding his fingers along my crack. When he got to the bottom he cupped my balls and gave them a squeeze. Then he repeated, putting his hand back on my butt and sliding it down again. He did this several. It´s quite of a load and it fills almost half of my mouth. I had just started to relax my throat muscles once more for the final time when my master grab the tip of my tongue. It´s very slippery because of all the slimy sperm I had and have in my mouth so he grips it very hard. He then yanks my tongue out of my mouth. It hurts and the sudden movement makes my throat widen up and the last load of anonymous sperm load drains fast down my throat. The sudden down rush of cum makes me cough with a. Then I felt him slamming his thick dick harder and faster, very deep in me.“Love my black cock?... Say it, bitch!” And the bastard stopped his strokes. "Noooo, please… keep me fucking, you, nigger bastard…” I cried…Michael laughed and he resumed his wild attack on my back.He made me cum. A shuddering orgasm washed my entire body from my cunt and I tried to avoid showing my pleasure to Victor; because I did not want to humiliate him in front of this brute black man…But Michael noticed my juice. But he smiled and said, 'It's in my front pocket, could you get it for me?' I was kinda scared but I said 'sure'. So I slowly slipped my hand into his pants and felt for the bottom of the pocket, but all I felt was like bare skin and then some like or fucking hair and that kinda freaked me out, cuz I hadn't ever touched a guy before.”“But he said, 'keep looking' and he was like smiling and I said to myself, shit why not, he had obviously cut out the pocket in his pants so that he could jack off.