Actually, it wasn’t really pain – she thought, as her mind adjusted and began slowly to wake up. It was more like an itchiness, coming from deep i...nside her. Something she couldn’t really put her finger on, but she knew if she got up and started walking it would drive her crazy for the rest of the day. So she just lay there on her back, legs wide apart with her knees bent, idly rubbing her fingers up and down her partially shaven slit. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 5:30am –. Then I started playing with myself as I thought of those huge black cocks I had fucked last time in that same motel room. Suddenly Marcus opened the door to the bathroom and laughed as he saw my fingers rubbing my clit…He shut the door behind him and grinned: "Bitch, I just fucked you and you still want more? I'll give you more..." I moaned as he stepped into the shower and grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands against the wall. He trapped me in between his hard black body and the cold wall of. "Fucking hell. Pull my hair," she shouted, putting a white-knuckle grip on the wood block, moaning a little louder and a little more lustily every time I thrust into her ass."You like that? I bet you do," I teased her as I pulled on her hair and slapped the back of her head, Becky's moans now completely filling the room as I buried my dick in her ass and reached a hand between her legs and felt her cumming for me again."Someone's still excited I see," I teased her as I drove my dick into her. While I was enjoying myself on his cock, he asked me if I would enjoy it as part of my fantasy to be called names as encouragement. I was in such frenzy that I simply nodded. So, he encouraged me to continue sucking him by saying 'you are such a good cocksucker' or 'aren't you a good fag boy', 'what a sissy cocksucker you are' and so on. I felt humiliated but it somehow encouraged me even more and I could feel his cock swelling and getting close to coming. He told me to get ready to swallow his.