Fir main kissing chalu kiya ab mera lund aur main pagal hue ja rahe the.Fir maine uski chut me dala aur uske muh me muh daal kar lund dala. Usne mera ...und pakad liya boli, bass ab aur andar mat dalo main mar jaungi plzzzzzzz mujhe bhut dard ho rha h maan jaona mere raja kal kr lena aaj rehne do itna. Main kahan manne wala tha sir pr sex ka bhoot sawar tha uski chikni chuut pr nisana lagaya aur khuub thuuuk lund pr lagakr daal diya. Woh chilla rhi thi maine muh me muh dala tha jisse uske sirf. We sat on the couch watching some porn he took out his semi erect cock and told me he wanted to see me on my knees , i got down on all fours with my ass in the air he stood over me running his hand s over my ass massaging my cheeks making me squirm as he rubbed my asshole through my panties then when i least expected it smack . i could feel the sting across my cheeks where he had slapped me and i moaned . "did you like that you dirty slut?" he asked " mm fuck yes. spank me please'" i said as i. And who also was really hot for me. Mutual lust is what makes a fuck a hot fuck and I wanted every one of the handful of gay fucks I would soon have to be a really, REALLY hot fuck. My gay sexual attraction is driven by two things: a cute black man with dark skin and a very big dick between his legs. And I went out to find a man like that. I went out a few times alone to some gay bars which was a totally new experience for me. I got comfortable the second or third time and around six months. I couldn’t stand to be in the kitchen cooking dinner for my family. My stomach kept heaving. I picked at pathetic morsels I’d put on my plate so my family wouldn’t notice. I lost weight rapidly, my cheeks became gaunt and my hair and skin looked lifeless. I went for my nightly walks, taking the dog with me. I sat on the bank’s edge by the creek and bawled my eyes out. My family needed me, but I couldn’t give them anything of myself. I had nothing to give. Why me? Why the hell me? Why let me.