And after ten or fifteen minutes of your brutal face fucking, you stop and slide all but the fat knob of your big cock from my mouth. You take your ha...ds from the sides of my head and look down at me. When I don’t immediately back away, you know you have me exactly where you want me."Suck my dick, white boy," you command.And I obey, timidly sliding my mouth up your shaft, taking you deeper and deeper till you are again pressing at the opening of my throat. I am your willing victim, surrendering. ” I felt a need to defend myself as something beyond a mere wanker, “I’ve had girlfriends here.” “Yes, but you can’t fuck them as much as you would like.” They had seemed pretty pliable and eager to me. “You jerked off imagining your stiff cock in their sweet mouths and tight pussies.” I should have been aware of judging by appearances, but this classy lady I had known for five months certainly had an explicitly lascivious mind. What was that Oscar Wilde quote? Those who go beneath the surface. Have ever done.”“Yeah, well, me neither.”“So, when I got off the train with you at your stop, were you like, ‘Holy shit, now what do I do?’”“Something like that, I guess. Or maybe not so much. I don’t know. I haven’t been myself recently, so some things that I do or say or think can be a bit of a surprise to me these days. Like when I asked you if you wanted to come with me. But the way you asked me what I was going to do next, if I was just going to return to my hotel room… something about. “I’m going to cum again.” “Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!” Her body jerked violently, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body tensed and there was that pained look of pleasure on her face. When she was done, she couldn’t catch her breath, her nose had run and she had saliva dribbling from one corner of her mouth. Her face was flushed, as was her chest, and she just sat on my cock squeezing her own breasts and pulling on her nipples. “You, Michael, have a great cock!” she said between breaths. “Did.