"Coop." he said."What?" I answered.He didn't say anything else. He just stared at me, biting his lower lip and looking confused the way he always did ...in Trigonometry class when he didn't understand something.His expression went blank. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His amazing pecs, lightly covered in dark hair, flexed as he stepped toward me. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head. I grabbed his waist and kissed him so deeply that it felt. He was amazing powerful and driven. In the early morning hours happened it for the first time in my life that I came by getting fucked. My useless cum was dripping and drooling out of my gay clitty . His hard and powerful cock and manhood made me come as a surrogate woman. It felt this way for me. I never forget this fist time i accepted and embraced my deep inner nature. I was his slut who came by this Moroccan dick , and the lead of this dominant handsome man. His words and rythem of his. It didn’t take much effort to get it in - I wiggled it gently as it slowly disappeared into his butt cheeks. He moaned erotically as he continued to stroke himself. “Come here, baby,” I beckoned as I flipped onto my back. As if he were reading my mind, he grabbed my cock and shoved it into his mouth. I slid my hand beneath my strap and played with my pussy as his beautiful mouth glided up and down my dick. I could see his clenched jaw and puckered cheeks going to work beneath his thick, coiled. "I was happy to see his smile. "Ok, let's try. I have missed the taste ofyour pussy and those breasts of yours."Encouraged I said, "I'll let you play with my tits if I can play withyours!"Some of his old nature had returned because in response to my commentBrad pulled his shirt up and cupped his almost B cup breasts and jiggledthem.Later in the bedroom, we started slowly like always with kisses andgentle caresses. Brad cupped and squeezed my breasts, biting gently onthe nipples. His hand slide.