2 o’clock was approaching all too fast for Robin. She was just finishing her makeup. Her lipstick was hot red and glossed to the max. She was really...hitting it hard this night. Nikki and Carey were fussing around helping do what they could. Robin sprung from the bathroom naked from the waist up. She was wearing tight red jeans. The sweater they picked out was white with the red emblem of Tech on it, her shoes where red Nikes with thick white laces, the Nike swoosh in white down the side as. Our sensitive spots, our bulges, met each others’ and I gasped into her mouth from the ecstasy I felt. I wanted nothing more than to be in the most intimate way with her.Lindie pressed her hips firmly into me and ground herself against me. Feelings I had never felt before shot through me. Sparks flew through me from my toes to my ears. I gasped again into her mouth and she returned my breath with her own gasp.“Oh, my God, Lindie,” I told her as I separated our lips and looked into those eyes I. Chut khafi gili thi but bohut time ke bad chod ne ki vajha se chut tite thi lund chut me jate hi chilla uthi but mene sir pakd ke kiss karne laga aur neche se dhere dhere sot marne laga.Thode time bad use bi maja ane laga or maje se upper niche hone lagi..Muh se vo aaaaaaahhhhhhh uyuuuuhhhhh aaaahahaha kiye ja rahi thi me bi use chodne kamaja le raha tha kadhi hoth pe kiss karta to kabhi gale pe mene bra bi nikal di ur ball chus ne laga.Vo chuday me pagal ho rahi thi.Vo jor jor se upper niche. I could see eyes following us out, I heard the catty comments. I must be a high class hooker taking a john up to his room. That thought somehow excites me. I’m a prostitute, a whore, a slut selling my body to a Black john to use me any way he wants. I find being a Black Man’s tramp heart stopping, titillating. I’m his slave for the night. In the elevator we wrap our bodies around each other and kiss, passionately, our hands roaming all over each other, damn the security camera His floor, we.