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Chapter 12 by Torg Torg

Do you follow this guy or head back to your room?

Follow him

With your heart pumping from the scare upstairs and your libido rising from watching this hunk of gorgeous black male, you decide you need to be fucked good and hard. You follow him into his room. His roommate is not there! You slip in the door right behind him and stand to the side as he closes it. When he turns back into the room, you quietly lock the door and put your book bag on the floor near it.

He sits down on his bed and leans back against the wall with his hands locked behind his neck, simply relaxing and closing his eyes. You gaze lustfully at his lean, muscular body, getting wetter by the second. You lick your lips, seeing his thick Johnson flopped onto his thigh. His breathing makes his dark chocolate-brown chest rises and fall; he must be daydreaming about something good, because he has a big smile on his chiselled ebony face and his cock twitches.

What do you do?

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