Main tujh ko bata thayhoon meri to maki choot bhae chotay ko galian bak rahatahy per chota b harami pan say bazza na aya or us nay apnay cheed ko daba...k rakah main nay chaotah ko bola ara janay day yaar maza ae ga tujh ko lakin us nay nahi mana phae nay b himath nahi hari or us k ched main ungi dali or ched per cher nay laga or ungli k saharay laun ko rakha or jhtka day nay laga chota kab gand ko daabata akihr ka us nay dheklay ho or bhe nay moka dekh kar us ka cheed mainlun ka topa dal dia. She liked working under Mr. Rodger’s. Mr. R knew what he wanted and would not accept anything less. Trish was hired to be his gofer and problem solver, and she was good at it. Months passed. Trish became used to the long commute and the longer hours. At first, she was excited when she saw a famous person or a news crew. Eventually, they all blurred together. Trish worked, saved money, and wished for something better. Someone better. Any sort of love life at all.Mr. R was gay, period. Nothing. I don’t know how that was possible because it was way too big to fit down my throat. Fortunately my mouth was lubed up with enough spit that he slid it easier. ‘Awww GOD DAMN! Fuckin a pussy mouth!! That’s a GOOD bitch… Take that fuckin’ BLACK COCK… Yeah I know you like hearing that don’t ya?’ he shouted. I moaned and whimpered trying to accommodate his thick size. I don’t know how I did it but some how (and even without the gag reflex) I took more than half of his cock. My throat was. Her fingers were deep in my hair and was actively guiding my mouth; every touch of tongue was met with an equally loud moan of need and thirst. Meanwhile I slipped one finger in her pussy and yes, It was hot and burning with desire. She was not only wet and warm, she was rather tight. Her choot muscles clenched on my finger in ecstasy for sex. I could easily hear the lovely sound of her wetness around my finger as and when the finger moved. She was so wet and wanting, the oomph of her sexy.