"You love this cock don't you faggot?" he asked.My cock twitched as the word "faggot" rolled off his tongue. It was like a switch went on and the grav...ity of the situation hit home. Here I was, on my knees with a big cock pumping in and out of my face, thinking that I was just playing around with being bisexual. Thinking that I loved women and fucking pussy as much as playing around with men. But when he called me faggot, while his cock pumped my face, I realized my place. I realized how much I. Say it again bitch..say you want Tamekas big dick..she walk over to the couch and sits down againTameka: crawl over to Miss Tameka...get real close between my long legs...i do as she says..she is sitting up..he huge tits are hanging down and touching the top of her dick..she grabs it and puts it between them and licks her lips...now kiss Tamekas fat dick..i do as she says..she leans back and with a sexy grin...i think i want my big dick sucked now..is my tiny cock slave going to beg for Tamekas. And, though, the voice clip lasted only for a few seconds, the lust in her voice was very clear.Or was it just his feeling? Was his mother, in reality, crying?! But what about the messages she just sent? That was real! Or was it his own mind playing games?Ayan just could not process all that happened in the last few minutes and decided to send his mother a text message.Ayan: Are you alright, Mom? You don’t sound okay.Mona: No. No. It’s fine. I am fine, Ayan. I am perfect.Ayan: But you don’t. And it wasn’t that ‘kingdom ball gown’ clothing, either. There were dresses with corsets, but there were also jeans, t-shirts and skirts with nice shoes. I don’t care who you are, or what kind of girl you are. When you see a room full of expensive looking clothes and shoes, your heart does a flip. It’s within us. On the right wall of the walk-in closet was a door, and it led to the bathroom? How else, ash, there was another door in the bathroom that led to the bedroom. This room was made.