.. damn!”“Top, mostly. I’ve bottomed a time or two, just from curiosity. It was okay except for the one guy who turned out to be a racist douche...bag who treated me as a fetish, a chance to sodomize a black guy. I was glad that I insisted on a condom with him, because that at least had some lube on it and if he had any STDs, I never caught them. I definitely never let him near me again. Mostly, the gay dating scene for me is twice as tough because I’m looking for Mr. Right and the dating apps are. If this had been a cartoon Jackson suspected there'd have been an exaggerated glint of light to emphasise the pointyness. Bab looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.Jackson didn't like that smile at all.He struggled in another ineffectual attempt to burst out of the bubble. It drifted slowly across the bedroom, about five or six feet off the ground. Bab stood up and walked over to meet the bubble in the centre of the room. Still smiling that impish smile, she held up a single pointed. She glances back at me to look at my face full of amazement and pleasure. She then tilts her ass forward and back. She squeezes her vaginal muscles as they stroke my shaft. I look down at her big white ass cheeks and watch as her thick tight pussy lips gently clench my dick, milking the last drops of cum out of me into her.Our loud breathing relaxed a little. I pulled out and we both tensed up just for a second before relaxing again from the wake of our mutual orgasms."That was beautiful!" she. Unlike most of the women Jake had been with in this lifetime, she was no simpering ingénue. She knew how to fuck from Jump Street. Jake got her naked and sat her on the couch with her feet on the coffee table. He got on his knees with his head between her thighs. He worried her clit out of its hood then fastened his lips on her little love button. She grabbed the back of his head and guided him to where it felt the best as she sky-rocketed to her first orgasm. After a couple of good climaxes,.