I feel him finally cross the threshold, my hunger becoming too great to remain silent. I let out a moan, calling for him. He gives into me, and takes ... hold of me. I look over my shoulder, begging with my eyes, giving you the look of need. At last I feel him enter me completely. I feel myself surrender, my wanting need as each inch goes deeper, filling me. The heat is like fire, running through me, his engorged cock thrusts into me, seeking my depths. I swallow him entirely inside me, as he. If my mother could see me she would be proud of how well I received my black cock therapy. He got his feet up on the bed and stood over me, pushing me down with his hand. He then separated my butt cheeks and shoved his dick back inside and started slamming down with all his weight.I had my knees up and my feet in the air, lying on my back, hugging my arms around his head. His heavy body stuck me down. I whimpered, smiled and cried all at the same time. I loved it even if it hurt, I took it like. I used to watch him from my balcony talking to his friends and frequently scratching his balls and penis. I used to masturbate sometimes thinking of him and used to cum inside my lungi very often. I had to wash them myself so that my mother doesn’t catch me. I did not know what Mustaq did, but it seemed he was jobless.One day, my mother asked me to fetch milk from the booth as our maid did not come. I did not like the idea as I just awoke from my sleep. I was wearing a lungi and T shirt and I. She excused herself just as Robert and her date walked to the table. How are you doing hon Robert said. "Just fine babe" and I kissed his cheek. Lyn came back leaned over as she slide next to me and kissed my cheek "thank you" she whispered.The rest of the night we dances laughed had a great time. As the night wore on a few couples (and some hookups) were sucking, fucking, fingering at the bar, tables and booths. In the hallway to the rest rooms a few were on their knees. The rest rooms are.