They continue like this for another few rounds, each time she tries to hit a different spot on his body. The welts grows over time after each strike, ...but each time she strikes him intensity increases, making it swell quicker. This makes for an even spread of superficial marks over his body. For her, it's not about hurting him, but about heightening his senses, as does the visual for her arousal. "Eight!", he announces while commencing eight half second bursts of vibrations. It's not so much. It just seems so homosexual for me to talk about another guy fucking his cum up my asshole. I'm not ready to accept that, maybe Bi but definitely not gay. "Maybe I do think I might enjoy it but its a big step, something you can't go back and undo, ever, sort of like fucking a dog. Once its done it's done." You'd enjoy fucking a dog up your ass too I bet", Mac offers with a big smile on her face, happy that she got me to admit I might like a black guy cumming in my tight white ass. "I'm. My dad tried to get by, but drank himself to death in just 2 years. So at ten years of age, despite having a living parent, I was put into the juvenile care system. I bounced from one foster home to another till I was fifteen. I was a quiet boy who did well in academics but failed miserably at sports. When I was fifteen my mom was thrown out of her boyfriend's house after he found a younger woman. She came to meet me for the first time in seven years. I treated her with courtesy but I politely. Oh gosh! My mind had several thoughts. After a while, she looked here and there and seeing nobody entered the temporary shed. I couldn’t wait anymore.Using the spare key, I unlocked the door and very slowly moved towards the room. I took care not to make my footsteps heard. I saw the room was lit, whereas every other house around us was dark except the streetlights. No dogs, no vehicles, no people move there at that time.I hoped I didn’t miss much. I made myself a place near a window that.