Chapter 7

“It’s all in the bang, man,” he huffed behind me.

“Bang away, Kintano,” I coached, prepared to consume his roughness, and whatever else he had to share with my white bottom.

Candidly speaking, I felt as if his cock was actually sliding into the back of my throat by way of my asshole. Ten inches of his mast slid into me, pulled out, and slid inside again. His motion was grossly forceful but manageable. And he was right, black was better, compared to the few white guys with their skinny frames who had taken an interest in my behind with their ivory and slender cocks.