She came across Madhan read his many stories. She got convinced that he might be trustworthy. Because many of his stories felt real, not fantasy, she ...messaged me over the Telegram.She told me her requirement of one-time sex with no real name, no contact details, and total anonymity at a hotel. I agreed and asked for pics before meeting. She shared some of her hot pics. No man on the earth will deny such beauty.She looked very hot, cute, and innocent. We met at a luxury hotel. I booked a. The volume was huge, I couldn't keep my eyes of it. The scent coming from him, that view right in front of my eyes, me on my knees in front of this black guy that I once run away from, was overwhelming.He grabbed my hand, and put it on his penis. I could feel the volume through his briefs. I could feel the power coming from it. I could feel it pulsating against my hand. It was so warm and I was rubbing my hand on it. I could feel the size but not to the full extent. He was not hard yet, I'd say. I sat up and pulled down my pants to reveal my boxers that were barely restraining my erection. I was about to finish by stripping my boxers down, when she pushed my hands to my sides. Instead she grabbed the bottom of the boxers and tugged them down. My cock sprang to it's full length of 6 inches and Chyanne let out a gasp at seeing her first real penis. She tentatively reached out her fingers, and when I nodded at her to go on, she took my dick into her hand. It felt amazing to feel someone. "Good morning to you , Karen. What am I going to do with you?" Saying that, I swung my feet out of bed and got up and went to the bathroom. After I brushed my teeth, I told her to do what she needed to do, take a shower or whatever, and we would hit the road back home. It was a very quiet trip home, with neither of us saying much, and sort of tiptoeing around the "elephant in the room." As I dropped Karen off at her apartment complex, I told her I would see her at the office in the morning. I.