I wanted total wreckage. Can I get you a drink?”Jamal sat at the edge of my bed and started to remove his Nike’s. Gay sex Then I raised both my arms behind my head. I closed my eyes and could hear his angry rambling like he was exacting revenge on a childhood bully. Jamal is 43, 6’4”, at least 250, sort of that ex-linebacker build, bushy beard, fat semi-collapsible paws. I opened my pussy up as wide as I could as I felt its walls being pushed back in every direction. Jamal had me breathless, my voice screeched to a high soprano octave as my hole was annihilated by his massive paw delivering blow after blow. My hands caressed Jamal’s huge right foot as I coated it sensuously. My fingers gripped the sheets for support as I felt the rush pass over me. As each toe pulled my cunt ring further apart I was losing my mind. I cried out in sheer joy when his fingers wrapped around his fuckstick and he began to beat off in my hole.
