I'll give him my body but I won't like it.

My weakness prevails as his strong kisses on my neck and his finger gliding up and down the crack of my ass. A moan may have escaped my lips as my pussy let him know how much I was enjoying his interest. Full streams of tears rolled down my face as his push my head slowly down his dominant frame. My scent filled this humid room as my legs opened on my decent.

His hand helped free his thick, long cock from his jeans. Smeared tears covered my cheeks as his cock stiffened. The scent of pussy in the room was intoxicating and I figured I could get him off before she returned. Satisfy him so that he hopefully wouldn’t want anything else from me. I closed my eyes and took it in my mouth. It tasted salty, different from my almost exclusive lover’s who should be here to defend me from this.

Already dripping of precum, his musky aroma made me almost forget I didn’t want to taste his cock. But looking up at his some what sexy unattractive face, I almost gagged as he entered my nose and tasted his warm creamy excitement.The salty syrup mixed in my mouth as I slowly allowed more of him in me. Those strong thighs **** more in than I wanted to take. Hoping that my skills would cut this short, my hand slowly crept up his thigh. His balls were heavy in my hand and my pussy reeked as if I had not had a cock in years. I wondered if he was even noticing. His face remained cold, only occasionally breaking into a devilish smirk when giving me forceful direction.

He tasted so much differently than I was used to. Filled my mouth so much more. Even with tears in my eyes, thick pubic hair in my nose, there was a slight pleasure in the throb of his cock. But ugliness, dark black and arrogant. His nastiness, the sweat of his balls, the desire of his cock made me want to gag. But I figured I’d be better off making him cum, than for him to make himself come with me as his tool.