“Turns you on?” “Of course,” I managed. That was an understatement. She smiled back. I motioned for her to continue her story. “...ike I said, I love men, but I found out how much I love the attention of black men, the way they openly admire and compliment my body, and I love how they even talk about fucking me right to my face. God, that turns me on. It’s so..so honest.. so in your face. I love their music, their cool. And I love their cocks. I can’t get enough of their cocks, in my. Her moans became louder and louder, Kishan stopped at her boob, stood up and directed his cock into her mouth, my wife clearly pulled back his foreskin and liked his pink head and took his cock in slow regular motions, kishan was holding on to her hair like a horse main to ensure she took his fullness inside, my wife not only was sucking him dry but was also teasing his nuts, Birju was watching from the sofa the serious act before him, slowly he also go up shafting his now erect cock and walked. The bar seemed to be rowdy and I decided to leave well before the return of the addicted obsessed bottom guy. His almost fixation on me had bothered me much. Other men had propositioned me but none ever so blatant, blunt, rough or ever so insistently. I decided to leave and after paying my tab; I just dashed out, rushing towards my apartment building. The flying elevator brought me to the 33rd floor and with an unknown hurry; I unlocked my apartment and after entering locked it fast behind me.. Smrithi (put her head down and made a sad face): the last time we had sex was last month. And after all that he was busy with his work and does not even look at me as he used to do before.Me: hmmm okay.I went close to her and took her in my embrace and she kept her head on my shoulder and started crying, I patted on her arm and said don’t worry, everything will be okay. She said okay fine, enough of this game and make me happy again by showing me the gift. I said finally said yes and was about.