Fire in the hole!

Keith steadied himself against the wall and looked down at the pregnant Indian woman kneeling and sucking his cock. Her gold earrings sparkled. His cock twitched in her mouth. "Oh God, Angie," he says. "You're gonna make me come!"

Keith felt a tingling vibration round his cock head and heard little snorts from Anjali's nostrils. Anjali was laughing with her mouth full. Keith's cock swelled and his balls tightened.

"Aw shit..." he mumbled. He cupped a big hand behind Anjali's head. He thrust forward a half inch and his cock head entered her throat.

Anjali pulled the skin of his cock tightly toward the base. She was still laughing, but no sound was coming out. She flicked her fingernails against his balls and scratched one over his crinkled ball skin.

All Keith's pent-up tension rushed toward the tip of his cock. His cock root pulsed and pumped, and a hot liquid arrow shot into Anjali's throat. He held her head as his pulses came, again, again, again. Bright silver specks swarmed before his eyes, and the whole world was filled with warmth, dizzy with sex. His knees buckled and he crumpled to the rug, releasing Anjali's head.

Warm breath tickled Keith's ear. "Thank you for saving our lives," Anjali said in her lilting voice. "All of us." She patted her pregnant belly. "Words are not enough."

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