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He had a foreign accent I didn’t recognize. He was an engineer from Turkey, on vacation with his wife and his kids. Apparently I wasn’t the only one on the DL. He’d escaped for the night on the pretence of visiting old buddies and had immediately caught a cab to this bathhouse, renown for its easy sex and a substantial Black clientele. He said he dug Blacks and found me highly attractive and would love to spend some time with me if I wished.
After I bragged about how I was the most DDF guy on the planet, I steered him by the waist up to my room. We kissed and made out, and, eventually I worked my way back down to his Dick and his Balls, which had been my intent all along. I knelt down and took aim at his Mancunt. Judging from his reaction, I had a committed Bottom on my hands. He had more than the usual amount of hair around his shiny pink Pussy, and I tongued my way in. The smell of his Mancunt had just the right amount of Funk mixed with Sweat, and it made my head spin.
I got him down on the bed and sniffed and licked and sucked with his knees pressed to my chest for the next 15 minutes, then lay on my back and had him squat over my face for some serious rimming. He spread his Ass Cheeks and worked his Hole back and forth over my nose and tongue, as I forced my tongue deep up his Pussy.
When his Ass Lips tightened up, I could tell he was close. Quickly I flipped him over on his back and strode atop him. As I bent down to cover his mouth with my own, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and —home sweet home! His Pussy, no doubt stretched out from years of practice, in collaboration with his desperate, immediate need, offered not the slightest resistance as I slid in on a blanket of Spit and Ass Juices. To say the least I shot wad after wad of POISON JIZZ up his Mancunt. To distract him I grabbed his Dick which I beat off like mad. He shot all over our stomachs, and I knelt down to lick up every LAST NEGATIVE DROP. We cuddled for a couple of minutes. He made the excuse he’d better shower, and he put on his towel and left. I never saw him again, but I hope I managed to cede (seed) him THE GIFT.