I took it and had a long sip. Greg just sat there and watched me. “Your stuff is there on the bed” Greg said. “Don’t be long.” Then Greg got...up and started to walk out of the room, squeezing my ass as he went.I went over to the bed and looked at the clothes. White thong panties, White bra, prestuffed, White heels, and a White Wedding Dress. OMG a wedding dress. I took another sip of wine and figured what the hell and started to get dressed. I found make-up and put it on aswell. I looked at. Young Guys and beautiful ladies to clear your doubts I am not boosting myself. But sharing my real experience with you all so that you can read enjoy. The incident which happened yesterday night I am sharing with you. Hope you all enjoy. After my 2nd story got published I received a mail from a female reader whose name is Priya (name has been changed for the privacy). In the mail she had thanked me for sharing my experience and she wanted to know more about me. I had sent my details to her.. ." I thought to myself noticing my small Arab penis swelling up.I turned on my music again and snuck out of my room and walked down the hallway to her room. The moaning and yelling was now just on the other side of the door. My mother was fucking a white man, a kaffir, just on the other side of the door. I became furious was about to burst in, but my small Muslim cock was excited about the sounds in the room.Getting the best of me, I leaned in and noticed the door hadn't shut all the way, which. He was grunting, I was moaning, taking s a sniff of poppers when I could and getting completely off my face allowing me to be the slut that lives within all of us.he only fucked for a few minutes and then he announced my coming treat by sort of a strangle squeal as he rammed forward and emptied his balls straight down my gullet. I didn’t taste anything until he pulled back and I gently sucked his shrinking knob as he withdrew. He quickly zipped up and left the booth.i sat back on my heals, the.