I took my left hand and scooped up the cum on my finger and shoved it into my little asshole."oh, youre a freak he said" and laughed"yeah" I said. and...turned around and sucked the last drops of cum from his cock. Now he knew I like ass play and the next time I was over we started fucking and he put a finger in my ass. I told him "more" and he put another one in. I was on my hands and knees on his bed and I arched my back so good for him as I knew what was coming next.Sure enough, I felt him. Now I was soaked. I could actually feel my juices filling my pussy, trickling and gathering on my swollen lips, suspended like dewdrops upon petals, waiting for a breeze to free them…“God damn,” he murmured, running his tongue over his lips, wetting them, and then stepping forward, closing the distance between us. I don’t even think he was aware of placing his hands on my shoulders, caressing them until I shivered with barely contained lust myself. I felt my knees going weak as he stroked my. .."So much is different here," Ahmad Ali admitted, and he pretended not to see the lustful way his wife Fatima looked at certain young Black men they saw around the shopping center. Truth be told, Ahmad understood his wife Fatima's growing fascination with Black men all too well. During a trip to Jamaica as a young man, Ahmad Ali experienced the Black man's sexual powers up close and personal..."Hmm," Ahmad Ali thought, feeling himself growing hard as he watched Bilal the Somali stud get his. She called me “Mone Sekara..” always. So I felt very homely with her. One day I had to continue my work in extra hours. So I informed it to her to take care my mother to give food and medicine prescribed by Doctor. She accepted. It was at 11.30 PM I came to my house and pressed the calling bell.But she did not come to open the door immediately.After a while she opened the door, standing before me the Soth Indian Bathing dress a napkin covering breast and upto her knee. She told me that “Njaan.