I find myself wondering if anyone driving by can see the top of my head, or if Chris is making it obvious in any way, but I don’t let it distract me from my current situation, which I’m enjoying quite a bit. “Thank you,” I giggle, and he pulls out, sliding the condom off and throwing it away. Black porn I continue smoking, leaning my head back and losing myself in the music, and suddenly there he is, my current infatuation, making my heart jump and that warm area between my legs get hotter. Chris leans forward and bites my shoulder, making me cry out, intensifying the pleasure. “Just teasing, man,” he responds, pulling my legs apart and climbing into the bed, pulling my left thigh to his hip. His hand rests on the back of my head, not pushing, but not going away. Another good bang, another fucking amazing day. Chris takes his time, and I see in his eyes that he knows how bad I want it.
