I knew where to go! I knew what to do.Our rhythmic tongue fucking continued and her body started to get tense. She yelled out a cry and pinched her bo...obs. She bit her lip hard and yelled:“Rajaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…Fuck me hard!”I tried to dive in as far as I could.“Fuck me like your little whore girlfriends! Fuck me like a dog you motherfucker!” (Chod de! Maderchod! Chod de apni Ma ko! Harami ke pillay!)I took a finger, pushed up her cunt and dove in further. I licked her asshole, moved my tongue. I grab by the back of the neck to hold her still while I start to slam her ass with my fingers. “Merr! Merr! Merr!” I stick her head back on my dick and start to fuck her face while still ramming my fingers into her ass. Then I stop and and pull my dick and fingers out, quickly flip her over and start pounding her fucking pussy raw. When I get close I pull out and let loose my cum on her tits. “MERRRR!” She begins to lick my dick again. “That’s right kitty, clean all of your pussy juice off my. He pulled the spaghetti top down, exposing my boobs. He reached down to my chest and took my boob into his mouth. I felt my body shiver with excitement as I felt his cold mouth suck on my nipple.He twirled the nipple around with his tongue as he continued sucking on it at the same time. I never had that done before and it so amazing that I moaned out loudly, “Uncle, What are you doing?” I throated out, holding him around his neck, with his mouth firmly stuck to my boob.Sharma uncle and Vijay. The son of Haitian immigrants who moved to America in the early 1990s. My father Philemon Saint Michel works as a corrections officer for the city of Boston and my mother, Annabelle Saint Michel teaches social sciences at Boston Latin Academy, an elite prep school located in Boston. We do alright for ourselves. Our house is located in Hyde Park. It’s where I grew up. In a neighborhood filled with Haitian immigrants and their families. I was born in Haiti but embraced both Haitian and American.