”“No, what his cock does when he cums,” He replayed the end part and said, “Now watch the center of his cock when he cums. See? Right there. A... the base of his cock. That’s his load coming out. That’s hot”“Oh yeah. Wow! Play it again.” i watched as a big blast of juice stretched the vein as it travelled the length his cock from the base all the way up into her mouth. It happened several times until he was empty. It was very hot. “Play it once more?” He replayed it, this time in slow motion. The. Shelley jumped out of the taxi at the hotel dragging me into the lobby. She ran for the elevator as I retrieved our room key and held it until I got in. Once inside she was all over my body with her hands. She was one voracious, hungry, sex-crazed woman. Our lips locked as the doors closed and we never stopped kissing until the elevator stopped at our floor. She had unzipped my pants and pulled my hard cock out and was stroking it. I had unbuttoned her dress and exposed her lace-clad breasts.. It was different, feeling the all too familiar sensation of a cock against my fingers- yet not my own- but not a bad sort of different. As I stroked and explored the velvety length in my hand, Eric stopped what he was doing with his mouth in favor of groaning against my chest. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that." "So let's do something else." "Roll over," he growled, making me shiver a little as I complied. He stripped my pants the rest of the way down my legs, and I heard him. At that point, I sat up in bed and turned on the bedside table light and continued to stroke my cock.Maybe it should have bothered me that my mom had frequently spoken in a derogatory manner about blacks, and black men especially, but seeing her with a black man, and obviously in a very obviously sexual way, I felt none of that. Instead, I found this accidental evidence to be...exciting! It meant, for one thing, that maybe my mom really wasn't quite as 'racist' as I'd grown up to see her as?.