I knew he would be pulling out of me but I wanted to keep him inside me a little longer and tried to grip my ass muscles on his cock. He knew I wanted him. We seemed to glide together like silk, I was kneeling between his open legs and his muscular, thick thighs were squeezing me and pulling me in. The water beat down on us and O fucked me slow and hard. I felt the tip of my cock slip underneath and run along O’s sensitive taint. That always sent me wild. I gave little thrusts, just poking and prodding while I pumped his massive black dick. I kissed his rock hard abs, letting my hands explore that tight, toned, muscular body. I could barely concentrate. It had been an eventful few weeks since returning from my travels and then meeting O, a hot, hung, black escort from London. I felt like it was turning into an addiction, but it was a very welcome and incredibly sexy and naughty addiction.
