Lamar….”“Or…..”“Uh….Sir?” I questioned.“Your not sure?” He mocked.“Please Mr. Lamar Don’t”“Please….. the bitch says. Yes..., please Miss Martin. Please stop forcing me to rape and humiliate you….yes please stop getting your filthy pussy so wet that I can smell your cunt when it leaks all over my pants” he snarled. He pulled away revealing a wet spot where my twat had been pressed against his dark black pants. He smirked. He grabbed onto a part of my pantyhose, gripping the material in his closed. I thought she’d ask me to visit her home but she didn’t. Since she didn’t have much to do, we kept talking all night over the phone.I started telling her about how lonely I was in Chennai when I hadn’t met her and all. Suddenly she asked, “Why don’t you come here tonight?”. It was around midnight (12:30). She told me it’s a flat in an apartment building so nobody cares much. I was all excited and within 20min I was at her door. Her son had slept and she took me in. Soon, we were on her bed and. He could feel it too, she was really getting into this, her body was starting to move with his. Pulling out he placed his head between her legs, lapping up all her juices, she was squirming again, but this time with pleasure, trying to rub her pussy on his face. She tasted good.Turning her over he took her doggie style, he felt her reaching back with her hand against his leg, encouraging him on. He started pumping her as hard as he could, her moaning making him fuck her even harder.He came with. " Probably won't be long myself."Raven shook out her short, dark hair to dislodge a few strands that had stuck to the back of her neck. "Surprised Pomp put us up." I know the type. Can't stand to have a debt, and we saved his hide. Won't last long." Better enjoy it while it lasts, then," Raven remarked, and sat down to tug off one of her shoes."Yeah," he agreed, and then opened the door to make his way to the taproom.Word must have spread quickly about the negotiable virtue of the newcomers to.