As much as I would like to, I just don’t think I can. He did tell me he was going to cum and I started sucking him hard. I wanted to taste his hot...cum. When he started cumming, all I got was about two squirts and that was it. He was moving his hips, but he didn’t have any more. I knew I drained him dry and now, he was trying to cum, but nothing came out. His poor cock was empty and I knew I took it all from him. I laid there with my head on his lap for about a half an hour and then he. Hafsah had found the right thing to wear, it was a red pattered abayah which was tight enough to drive horny black males crazy. Hafsah then decided to wear black fishnet stockings on her legs and tits before she changed into the tight red pattered abayah. Hafsah looked in the mirror and saw how her tits, arse and curves could be seen through the red abayah. Hafsah then went to her make up kit and used some mascara to highlight her luscious eyelashes and she used scarlet red lipstick. Hafsah. " "Please, what?" you ask, making me beg for it. "Please. Pleaaase," I plead. You rub your cock across my lips again in response. "Tell me what my girl wants," you demand of me. "Please fuck me!" I beg. And you do. Sinking into my wet pussy, you fill me tight. I rock back against you, as you grasp my hips and thrust, claiming your prize. "Dirty girl," you groan, "My slutty angel." My tits bounce with each thrust, jiggling under my shirt. I gasp with sharp inhalations each time you push. Finally giving in, he brings out an ice cold one, and I nearly kill it in one gulp. I instantly strip down in the warm Texas night, and went right to work on my big 9” jock cock. Kirk was still amazed at my gift, and being so young, and un-bashfull at showing it off at any chance. After stroking up a few minutes, and spreading my legs a bit more, I jab my hairy ass-hole with my middle finger, and got the fuck juices flowing. Kirk asked if I wanted another beer, to which I nodded yes. (suddenly.