I sighed out of disappointment in lonely nights looking at those big fat cocks of negros in the films.)Me: Tu fikar na kar saali kutiya. Tuje waise hi...chudwaoonga jaise gali ki kutiya 3-4 kutto se ek saath chudti hai. (You don’t worry bitch. I’ll get you screwed just like that bitch gets fucked by 3-4 street dogs together).Speaking this I slapped her ass cheeks hard a few times. With every slap, she moaned louder. Her ass cheeks turned red like tomatoes. The room was filled with sexy sounds of. Fired for making sexual harassing statements in front of her. Now, I know she wasn’t there. But it was too late. A couple of weeks later, a Thursday after work. I decided I had pushed it far enough. I borrowed my neighbors truck, I was going to pull my tool box and have a three day weekend before looking for my next place to get screwed. Her vehicle was on the entrance ramp, the hood was up, and a trail of smoke or steam could be seen. I wasn’t about to stop. It wasn’t my problem. She wouldn’t. I didn’t know what to say and I was stayed quiet, keeping my face down. She raised my head and was looking into my eyes. She was saying that not worry that she would not tell anyone about this. Hearing that, I was a bit clam. Then she asked me why shouldn’t we both have sex and fulfill our desires. I was confused.While I was thinking, I felt a hand rubbing my cock over the track pant. I was surprised and was about to say no but she stopped me by putting her hand on my lips and was rubbing my. You smile and playfully tickle it. My cock trembles and my foreskin slides back revealing the head that is glistening with precum. "Is that for me?" you ask, feigning surprise. You dab your index finger on the tip of the head, covering it with the sticky precum. My penis is incredibly sensitive to your touch. You taste your finger and smile. The recipe is right once again - warm and sweet, just the way you always liked it. Your hand reaches up and clenches around my cock. My head is now fully.