She said “ aapka lund mast hai aur aapka lund the khusbu bhi acha hai aap poora mard ho” i told “ tumhein acha laga?”She replied ” haa aur c...hudwana hai”i was hard by now so i told “ sofa per ulat ke baitho,main peche mein daloonga’she smiled and replied” ahista karna nahin to gaand phat jayegi aur mein toilet nah kar sakungi” i said “ tumhara gaand mujhe pasand hai isliye to chaata” she smiled and took the doggy position on the sofa,i took some boroline and massaged her ass hole and the slowly. .SAY IT.??OH...GOD...I am...I am.....I’m a...n...nig...nigger...I’m a nigger slut,? she bawled. She was a sweaty, stinky, sloppy mess. Her hair was disheveled, her make-up was gone....and her composure was history. He really took her down a peg when he made her squeeze her PC muscles to squirt some slop out of her vagina. He stood up and began unbuckling his trousers. He fished out his cock and balls. He had a somewhat longer than average circumcised cock that was fairly thick. He began. It was a cool night so I assumed they were trying to get cooler air inside, but it also allowed me to faintly make out their suggestive conversation.I moved quietly between parked cars as I crept closer in the dimly lighted parking garage. With the tinted windows, I was only able to make out their faint silhouettes inside the dark SUV. I secretively watched as they kissed and I could barely make out a few words of what they were saying but by the few words I could make out and the tone of his. He folded his hands and said Namaste sir, let me frisk you. Though I was engaged in conversation, I could not take off my eyes from that person. He was broader and muscular than me. He was wearing tight black t-shirt folded above his biceps, had a tattoo on his bicep and had thick but short hair. He was wearing black shining gloves and he began frisking, first he put my hands up, frisked my upper body, moved his hands on my back twice thrice, then moved his hands on the sides, this was a bit.