Well named. I always used a cubicle because it was nice to sit down after standing in a tube train for the best part of an hour. The graffiti on the w...lls always intrigued me. Some of it was almost artistic. I didn't go for the hurriedly scribbled phone numbers with promises of cock fun. I liked the more figurative work. Someone had drawn a male torso with a hard cock sticking up proud from the side of a pair of skimpy black lacy panties. He was wearing the usual fishnet stockings. I felt my. "Who is it and what do you want?" I called from my bed while I wiped the sleep from my eyes."Damn your eyes man! What did you do to my garden?" Shouted an inconsolable Lord Grant.I dressed and loosened my sword before opening the door. The effete Lord Grant was fuming. His face was flushed with rage, I thought that he was about to attack me with the defoliated twig in his hand.I saw Chandra peek out from behind her door and ignored her."Well, what possessed you to attack my garden, you. Mujhe pakka pata tha tu sali randi hai. Ab usne mere balon ko pakad ke mera muh chodna shuru kar diya. Ritesh ka lauda Sateesh se chhota tha lekin kafi tagda tha. Uska kala bade supade wala launda mere muh me andar bahar ho raha tha. Ab main yeh motion enjoy kar raha tha. Maine pura cooperate kiya Ritesh ka lauda choosne main aur 5 min baad use laga woh jhadne wala hai.Usne Sateesh aur driver ko ishara kar k ped k paas bulaya. Meri aankhen bandh thi aur main puri tarah se lauda choosne me magn. The black man was grunted as he pulled my hips back into him. He had a good pace going and soon my pain was all but gone. I moaned with every plunge into my ever growing hole. I focused on the sounds, grimacing with every inch deeper he sank into me. Then he buried his thick fingers into my hips yanking me into his thrusting pelvis as he unloaded his seed into my fertile ground. He planted his many seeds deep into me grunted with every burst. He pushed me off him and I fell limply onto the bed..