When he finally bottomed out and felt the tip of his cock make contact with her cervix, he still had three inches of his cock that was not in here. Ye..., he would admit to himself, he had only fucked one other girl and that wasn't much of a sample size from an experience standpoint, but that girl's pussy would be no comparison to the tightness of Janet's cunt."My God, girl, you are so tight that I can hardly move inside you. It's feels like you have a clamp around me."Two dozen thrusts into her. A sharp grunting sound from her followed each slap of our bodies together. After a couple dozen sharp hard strokes, she was wailing loudly, and I could feel my own climax building quickly. Too soon, I felt my balls tighten and I tried to hold back but to no avail, with one last stroke I came with a rush. I pressed myself against her and rolled my hips as jet after jet of cum sprayed deep inside the boiling cauldron of her pussy. We were both yelling loudly. When the world finally stopped. This video of a sissy cleaning a black cock with his tongue made me realize I want to try pleasing black men, I was getting confused about my sexuality I would later come upon stories on literotica about blacks fucking boys and just sissy stories. I would later except the fact that I’m attracted to black men sexually. I was still in high school senior year by the time I realized I’m bisexual I continue with sexual fetish of jacking of three times a day everyday while watching blacks fucking. Her friends thought that she was Martha Stewart without the chilly pretension as no one could have been more down to earth and compassionate. And there was that wicked sense of humour. Life was good. She had everything anyone could imaginably want, and yet she was unfulfilled and bored. There was something missing that she could not quite describe, but she knew what she felt. Maybe it was that everything seemed to be unfolding according to some predetermined blueprint of perfection. She wanted.