“Oh yes baby, you like that don’t you, that’s it, drink that nigger cum, you’ll see that it tastes better than any white man’s cum, you’ll... be begging me to drink my nigger cum from now on won’t you.” She nodded her head yes with his nigger cock in her mouth. Jamal finally released her from his grip and my wife slumped next to bed leaning on it. She was still cumming and her body continued to quiver for a few minutes as she caught her breath. Jamal leaned over and whispered something in her. The girl, and it was now obvious that it was a girl, crouched down, carefully examining the point of impact. Her fingers probed tenderly at Bill's head. "Well, somehow you managed to avoid breaking anything," she finally said. "Just a bad bump. No concussion."The diagnosis sank in, flooding Bill with relief. Then his eyes snapped open. "How..."The girl smiled. Even in the moonlight, Bill could see her pretty smile. "A little something I learned."EMT. Some type of paramedic or something. That. The park was large and mostly circular, the benched area was like a small cul de sac surrounded by tall bushes. One way to walk in and out. It was cozy and comfortable. As I settled myself I dove into my novel, getting lost in the romance and passion of the words leaping out at me. I was like many a woman. I had needs/fantasies most times they were only fulfilled through the erotica I could find in romance novels. Lost deep in what I was reading I was a bit startled when a mature gentleman. She kissed me over and proceeded to work her way lower. She grasped my cock with her hand and found it to be hard. She raised it to her lips and gave my dick’s head a kiss and licked. I knew I tasted sex from the previous lovemaking. She opened her mouth and took my head in.I groaned from the heat and suction. As she sucked my head, Ezeta glided her hand up and down the length with her thumb applying varying degree of pressure to my underside. She made attempts at taking it all, but she wasn’t.