”“Which one?”“Q. What up,” asked Devonte Jones.“I got a li’l white punk over at the crib wanna get gangbanged.”“Word,” he inquired...with noticeable excitement“Real talk. You got a ride?”“Naw, my bitch got tha whip. Q get down though. Let me see if that nigga wanna get in.”“Aiight nigga. Let me know ASAP,” Lamar advised.“Hold on and I’ll ask him now.”Devonte affirmed pretty quickly that his cousin was definitely in the mood to use and abuse a white boy. He and Lamar set the rendezvous at an hour. I was sitting in his room on my phone, when his mom walked in. "Hey, when did you get here?" She said as I looked up. "A couple minutes ago" I replied. "You look bored" she said walking over then sitting next to me on his bed. "Eh just waiting for him to mow the yard" I said locking my phone to look at her. She put her hand in my knee and said "he's going to be an hour or two" I looked at her confused. "What about Mr mike?" " he's gone for the weekend" she smiled. She started moving her hand. I wouldn't want my dad to put you back out there in all that heat." Spike gave Muggsy a few licks on his cheek. Muggsy laughed and told Spike to stop and go back under the bed. The bulldog did as he was told and went back under the bed. Muggsy had decided to get a little more comfortable he took off his colthes starting with his blue shirt and tossed it on the bed. As this was going on Spike was watching from under the and saw the whole thing.The cloths piled on the mattress as each article of. I force myself into your mouth you feel the raw acerbic touch of my round cock head on your tonsils, the wonderful feeling of delicately yet firmly taking my love instrument in your mouth, your power, my vulnerability, my sensitivity, controlled by your lips, I experience it wrapped in warm wet pressure, surrounded by your head my hands clasping the back of it, beautiful blonde hair, eyes looking up at me. You go down wet tongue sliding widely in long licks, across my soft sack pressing against.