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I nodded in the affirmative. We are all sexual animals. The door opened slightly and a brown skin Dougla (mixture of black and East Indian) woman stood peeping out at me, her eyes slightly red and glassy and her face ruddy. When she had downed all my thick waters I expected her to release my cock, but she didn’t, she continued to suck on it keeping me hard. She seemed to enjoy that and roared her approval. I walked to the window and looked out, and indeed there was a nice little garden at the side of the house with healthy looking bright colored plants and flowers, in spite of the drought conditions prevailing.
