Tabhi usne mere lund ko mutthi main dabate poochha, “kabhi chuswaya hai isko?”“haye nahi.”“apna chutar meri god main rakh kar tirchhe hokar ...eto.”Main fauran chutar ko Mamta ki gudaaz raano par rakh deewar ka sahara le rainbow sa huwa tu Mamta jhuk kar mere lund ke paas apna munh laayi tu uski Bhabhi ne jar ke paas se mere moosal se lund ko pakar apni 19 saal ki nanad se boli, “choochiyon par ragar kar maza lenewala supara hai.” “haan Bhabhi kitna bara hai.”“choosna nahi, niche jo cut hai usko. The whole place was rather intimidating to me and I finally settled onto a leather sofa near the wall, crossing my legs and sitting very stiffly as people passed, black employees and white members, and of course their black female guests."Hi." A girl sat down next to me, a black girl maybe a year or two older, and dressed in silver short-shorts and a matching silver bikini top.She looked so completely out of place like that, I just stared at her for a moment, but then I supposed it was no worse. It all started when I was hanging out some undies that had just come out of the washing machine on a hot sunny day in the middle of July, when I heard a deep voice saying “Good morning, my name is Bruno; what's yours” ? I turned around, and in the garden next door was this muscular black guy wearing only a pair of ripped denim shorts, and a pair of flip flops smiling at me, showing off his set of perfect white teeth. He must have been in his 40s “Oh hello” I said “My name is Emma” I caught him. I’ve never had my hand wrapped around a cock that big and I really wanted to see him spurt. It didn’t take long. He must have already had himself right on the verge of cumming. I probably gave it about ten pumps and his semen started shooting out. There was a lot of it. It splashed all over the marble floor of the entrance hall. After he stopped shooting cum streams he implored me to keep stroking him as he said he was still having an orgasm. So I kept milking his big dick until he asked me to.