Taking my hand and wrapping it around his cock, pulling his foreskin back I licked all over his purple head.Darting my tongue over his anus as I wanke... his hard on he groaned even more, pumping him a little quicker my tongue zipping over him he was groaning and thrusting more and more, then a couple of minutes later he let out a loud moan and cried “Oh God” using my mouth instead of my fist I felt him come in my mouth.As he grunted away his cum overflowed my mouth and dripped into his pubes,. You look it.’ ‘Thank you. How old are you?’ ‘Forty-five.’ He’d thought I was younger. I wondered if that explained some of his former standoffishness. My little house was not in the best neighborhood, and my decorating style leaned toward eclectic and vintage—definitely not to everyone’s taste. Antiques and old things in general comfort me, and John seemed to pick up on that right away. He strolled around the living room, inspecting the things I’d collected over the years. ‘This is a very cozy. On another night in that same gay bar, a different black man, an artist, knelt and kissed my crossed nylon encased knees...females have forgotten how to dress, he whispered, as we quickly walked away together.I am sure there must be some black men who aren't good in bed. Personally, I have not experienced one who isn't. (True, I am not dating down the socioeconomic ladder, but I didn't do that when I dated white either, so the racial comparisons seem valid and fair.) They look better than white. He felt her hand behind his head, pulling him to her, and his own arm, trapped underneath them, squeezed and pulled in response. Anne's tongue wormed its way into his mouth, duelling with his own, and Stan started to lose himself in the sensations, overwhelmed by the scent, the feel, the taste of the woman in his arms.Anne pulled away, blowing a stray strand of hair way from her mouth, looking at Stan wide-eyed. Standing, she reached for the zip of her dress and pulled it down, shimmying as she.