Don’t they? Otherwise they just hump whatever they can until their clit make messes in their cages and panties.”“Such a faggot. Can’t even sle...p unless she has her cunt pounder and filled with cum before she sleeps. Worse than a baby needing a bottle.”Everything he said was true.Which was why I hid my face in the pillow to conceal my smile as I felt him unfastening my plastic panties and folding them down.I could tell he was barely awake as he crawled up further unto the bed and positioned. I sat at the computer trying desperately to find myself a story to get off to. I sat there stroking my big black dildo that you got me and rubbed it easily against myself while I searched through the story titles. I came to one about a woman being the entertainment at a bachelor party for one of her husband’s friends. While I read through the story I rubbed the hard dildo harder and harder against my clit until I just had to feel it inside me. I slowly inserted it in and grabbed the little blue. I was a little shocked he had done this and did not know how my wife was going to react to this. The video clearly showed my wife on her hands and knees being fucked hard by Jamal while he grabbed her hair pulling her head up with her looking straight up into his laptop (which was on the shelf above his bed). She was screaming and moaning with his expert fucking, begging for his nigger cock and she looked so sexy doing it. Who wouldn’t want to fuck her? She looked better than any. Soon we were close buddies. All I got to know about her was she was staying in a PG, she had a boyfriend who fucked her like a dog multiple times (which I came to know later). But she was currently single and happy. However, all I had done was jerking off to any videos I get and sometimes imaginings Vedhika too.So on a particular day (which was a half day, thanks to the college), I rushed to my flat and was ready for an afternoon nap which was broken by her call. She asked me to visit the mall.