It was now rock hard and covered in thick streams of my saliva. He put his big hands on my neck as slammed his hard and heavy cock right on the center...of my face. “Good bitch” he said. He rolled his wet cock side to side, making a mess of my face before he pulled out the tip back in my mouth. For the next 10 minutes, he slowly, slid his cock all the way in and out of my throat. Here and there, he would hold just long enough for me to feel like I was going to pass out. Feeling like he broke my. I waited a couple of seconds and called back trying to sound as feminine as possible that its ok , he just needed to hand on a second and let me get dressedsitting on the edge on my new bed i wondered if i was going to get away with it, would he really think i was a girl, i decided to find out.when i came out from the bedroom a few mins later i was wearing a fairly tight low cut tee shirt with a short tartan flared skirt with a pair of fluffy hugg boots...fairly sexy but not tarty was my. Nekeisha’s sitting on the couch with a joint in her hands. Her hair is done up in braids. She’s got a mean look on her face. Even though her face is always in a scowl, she’s still very beautiful, in a rugged kind of way. She motions me to get on my knees in front of her as she takes a puff. I can tell the air is thick with tension. Obediently, I do as I’m told, walking over to her and dropping to my knees. Without another word, I fish out her big black 8-inch flaccid cock and give it a kiss.. She cares about Fionn a lot, he's fierce, theatrical and over-the-top, she cannot rely on him all the time, but he's straight with her (no pun intended).She gets home about 8pm, after too many cocktails, and thinks about making dinner, but resorts to eating a packet of Jaffa Cakes, followed by an evening-in of self-pitying television watching. What a fucking disaster of a life. The only way she can escape the daily humdrum of life is in her dream-scapes. She almost can't bear to be alive some.