He watched as she responded to the polite rapping on the apartment door. He knew she was still wet and aroused by the finger fucking he was giving her...as the intercom announced John’s arrival. He knew also by the state of arousal which he felt from their mutual fondling. He took his stiff prick out of his trousers and just teased the head of his cock as he watched her performance. He alternated between stroking, tickling, and squeezing throughout the entire evening. He wanted a raging hard on. How did you get into that?" I am from Uganda," Araali began. "I am of the Baruli clan, which is part of the Batoora tribe. We are a tribe of mighty warriors. Idi Amin was afraid of us. My father is named Baboya Baruli. He is a head man in my village."When I was a boy my hero was your Arnold Schwarzenegger. I wanted to be just like him. I had just learned English in school, so I developed my skill by reading every body building and weight lifting magazine I could. When I was fifteen my father. I want... I'll let you cum on my breasts."From the way her body moved, she was vastly understating her desire. Her body wanted to feel my cum on her skin. I might have called her on that, but it was time to end her farce."You should listen to your body," I said. "And you're forgetting something." I don't think so," she answered for both charges. She tried to distract me by stroking my cock and then taking it deep into her throat again."Your body can't wait to feel my hot cum on your breasts," I. I swirled my tongue around the bottom. I felt him shiver. He put his hand on my head and pushed me down onto his cock. I continued bobbing my head up and down on him as he pushed me down. I picked up my pace, and deep throated him. He stopped right there, and I felt him body tense up, I knew he was close. I put my hands on his knees, and he thrust his hips forward. I deep throated him again, keeping him in my throat as long as I could, and I felt his entire body convulse. He shot his first load.