He left her and got up from the bed. He wandered into the room for a few minutes and thought about what to do. He looked at his watch. It was already ...:00 AM. He knew that he needed to release his cum again.He could have easily masturbated on Ayushi’s panty, which he had in his hand. But there was no way he was going to do that when he had other options. He walked out of his room and knocked on Ayushi’s room. It was locked from inside. He knocked again, and Ayushi opened it.He was again. Another issue, according to them, was that the black culture tended to be more homophobic than the general population and black men were reluctant to take the risk of being exposed, even if they just wanted a blow job. It was important for them to maintain their macho image, even if they secretly would be receptive to a blow job from a man.One very helpful suggestion they made was that it would be best to establish a genuine friendship with a black man, or any other man for that matter, and. I gripped the base with my fist and tried to focus on suction and tongue motion, but he was clearly only interested in two things: depth and more depth. Luckily, right as he bumped my tonsils and I nearly gagged, my lips contacted my hand, and he allowed me to pull off."Look at me," he said. He didn't instruct me further, so I lowered my face and resumed blowing him. "No, let me see your eyes while you suck me." It was a struggle, but in a couple of thrusts I found a way to maintain eye. It feels like a test and I’m up for the task. Your hands clutch fistfuls of my hair and you watch me as I put everything I have into enjoying you. You can see that I’m enjoying it as much as you and you think that’s how it’s supposed to be. I want you and the only way I can show you at this moment in time is by striving to take you further into me. The need is consuming me and in turn I’m consuming you, swallowing you now, ignoring the gagging, pushing past it, denying it because I want your.