His mouth!

"Don't swallow everything, bitch!" Jamal commands, his deep voice resonating in the small space as his orgasm finally crashes over him.

The smaller guy braces himself, knowing that he is about to receive a copious reward for his excellent service.

With a final, powerful thrust, Jamal buries his cock as deep into Justin's throat as it can go, releasing his seed in a torrent of raw, animalistic pleasure.

Justin's throat works around the thick intrusion, his eyes watering as he swallows down the salty-sweet potent load of Black men's sperm, each spurt a testament to Jamal's superiority. The sensation of Justin's throat convulsing around his sensitive head pushes Jamal's pleasure to new heights, drawing out his orgasm.

The **** of Jamal's release causes Justin's eyes to widen, his mouth filled to the brim with the evidence of Jamal's superiority. Every pulse of Jamal's cock sends another spurt of cum flooding into Justin's willing mouth, a tangible reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Each spasm brings with it a reminder of Jamal's dominance, his BBC unloading what feels like an endless stream of hot potent sperm. Justin's eyes water, not just from the intrusion but from the potent mixture of submission and satisfaction that comes from pleasing a truly dominant Black man.

Eventually, the spasms subside, leaving Justin with the taste of Jamal's potent seed lingering on his tongue. Jamal withdraws his softening cock. He looks down at Justin, whose eyes are still watering, and smirks with pride at the sight of his submission and cum-filled mouth.

"Good boy, Justin."

With a large dominant hand, Jamal tilts Justin's chin up, ensuring that his cum-filled mouth is clearly visible. His dark eyes gleam with satisfaction as he pulls out his phone, the camera app already open.

"Open wide, Just. Let's show Trent what a good little cocksucker you are," he orders, his voice thick with pride.

Justin complies, his jaw aching from the effort, but the sight of Jamal's cum pooling in his mouth reflected in the camera's lens sends a shiver of submissive satisfaction through him.

Jamal snaps a few photos, capturing the sight of his potent seed pooling on Justin's tongue, the evidence of his dominance clear for Trent to see when he sends him the pics.

He then nods to Justin, giving him permission to swallow. "Go on, drink it down, Just. Every last drop."

Justin's throat works as he swallows the thick, salty load, the taste of Jamal's superiority lingering on his tongue.

Justin looks up at Jamal and opens his mouth to show that it's empty, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and adoration. "Thank you, Jamal, for letting me pleasure your BBC and for allowing me to swallow your seed," he says, his voice hoarse but sincere.

Jamal looks down at Justin and gives him a satisfied smirk. "That's what I like to hear; Trent has trained you well, slut."

Once the last of Jamal's cum has been swallowed, Jamal gestures to his semi-erect cock, still glistening with saliva and the remnants of his orgasm.

"Clean me off, Just. Make sure every inch of this black cock is spotless and clean."

Justin nods obediently, leaning forward to delicately lick Jamal's cock clean. His tongue moves with a gentle thoroughness, removing every trace of saliva and cum. He looks up at Jamal, his eyes conveying a silent gratitude for the privilege of serving him.

Once his task is complete, Justin sits back on his heels, his eyes still locked onto Jamal's. Thank you, Justin; you can get back up." Jamal says with a smile, back to his usual sweetness.

Justin stands back up, and Jamal tucks his now clean cock back into his pants, zipping up with a satisfied smirk.

They wash their hands and quickly leave the stall before anyone questions the sounds that came out of it.