Once Charlie had his fun, I could concentrate on Carlos in my ass, who hurriedly took advantage of his position—like squatters rights to a claim—and f****d the essence of himself into me, seed and all, before the next black man was asking for his turn.
I was climbed and was mounted about six times. I’m not sure who doubled-banged me that day; I wasn’t really counting. And the count would not include the c*m that spurted from an unsheathed d**k and coated my p***y and my face, or what landed at the top of my p***y and was rubbed into my skin like cold cream. Though I didn’t do much sucking, there was one man who had to see the expression on my face when he erupted into my hair and on my cheek—the sticky substance dripping down my chin.
My first orgasm screamed through me and set the stage
