I admit today that his pounding was like nothing I ever expected. The sociologist’s movement was rough, wild, sporadic, and relentless. Half of me believed it clumsy but quite enjoyable. All of his black c**k throttled my insides, completely pulled out, and pushed inside my crack again. Hyper bucking followed and he dug his fingers into my hips. The man’s bolts were unending and felt as if they were tearing my insides to shreds. Not that I cared, though, since I desired nothing less regarding his naked company.
“It’s all in the bang, man,” he huffed behind me.
“Bang away, Kintano,” I coached, prepared to consume his roughness, and whatever else he had to share with my white bottom.
Candidly speaking, I felt as if his c**k was actually sliding into the back of my throat by way of my assh
