I pushed my face against the mattress and opened my thighs to show him my asshole. Jake slapped my buttocks and he shoved a finger up my soaking wet c...nt.He laughed, saying a good white married bitch always felt tight but wet…Jake then smeared some lube on my tiny asshole and in my pussy lips.I then heard him getting onto the bed. Seconds later, his thick cockhead was touching my entrance. He grabbed my hips and I felt him starting to push this huge black cock into my body."Oh, yeah, bitch.... After taking few sips maybe an hour later I texted her, She replied without any delay.We texted for some time knowing more abt eacth other and we liked our way of meeting and all and we planned to meet next day eveng,accordingly we met next day and went to a restaurent on sarjapur road agara.We ordered few drinks and dinner I was nothing compared to her in taking drinks she ordered multiple rounds and dishes. After that we started discussions on our culture and theirs to which she said in their. "And strangely enough you feel very good in my arms. But I fear I need to let you go to take care of some frustrations. My anger is returning from the memories of last night and I need to do something destructive or I might go hunt down your father. The other thing is that... if I don't let you go that other room is going to see some use that I don't think you grandmother would appreciate." That's putting it mildly." She chuckled, "Would destructive but helpful work for the other need?" It. Even him torturing my dick, pressing it onto the wooden floor while, it being pinched by straw left and right; bringing him the ecstatic feeling of orgasm with my mouth just felt right. I did a good job, I made him cum, I pleased and served him, served a man who was better, manlier, assertive, and superior, more deserving of receiving this pleasure, and ultimately I had served the white race.I kept on sucking, slowing down my motion, letting him unload completely into my mouth, while he was.