He took his time with this process. He must have known I would want this to last awhile because he was slowly making his way down my cock. All the wh...le I was caressing his balls and occasionally jerking his cock. Colby finally decided to take me fully and it was amazing. My cock was so wet with his saliva and he was making a slurping sound on my cock, I loved every second. I told him to stay still and just open his mouth, I them began to fuck his mouth. I was fucking his mouth to the point of. I love my fellow Muslims. I love my fellow Somalis. I love my family. Fuck the haters! When you’re a strong Black Muslim woman who happens to be queer, life can certainly be lonely. It’s almost as if I am too strong for my own good. Strong women are said to intimidate weak men. Well, apparently, strong women intimidate weak women as well. My Hooyo ( Somali term of endearment which means mother ) jokingly asked me when I would get off my big butt and bring home a nice gal. My mother looked into. There I saw Priya again. She was with her another lady. I went near her and greeted her, “Hi Priya ji, Good morning.”She greeted me back and introduced me to her friend Aditi. She is also of the same age as Priya. I greeted her. Then we all walked together. After some days, we all became good friends. Aditi also lives in the same building but on a different floor.As I and Priya were neighbors, we got along well. She comes to my flat or calls me to her flat for tea snacks. Her husband comes late. I looked at his as tears rolled down my cheeks, "You promised! You said you'd make me cum!"He nodded. "But I didn't say when. Did I?"I grew furious and for the first time, I really, truly and honestly wanted the jacket off. And I tried. I tried everything to get out. And the more I struggled and the more I hated it, the wetter I got."I don't want to do this anymore," I said, sobbing and crying.Grant held me close and brushed my hair away from my eyes. "Yes you do."With those words and a single.