Right now, I'm squatting over my lover Steve Salomon's face and the big and tall young Haitian man has his mouth buried between his big brown ass cheeks, his tongue deep inside my asshole. Grabbing his long and thick, uncircumcised dark dick, I stroked it gently, and watched it grow in my hand. Bet you taste wonderful, I thought, and leaned over to take Steve's dick into my mouth. Nothing hotter than doing the sixty nine with my man.
My name is Yasmin Hussein and I'm a young Somali woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a student at Algonquin College, and I also work as a cleaner for various office buildings downtown. It's where I met my current boyfriend, Steve Salomon. He used to be the security guard on overnight shifts at my main building but got himself fired when we got caught having sex in someone's office late one night. What can I say? Just because I'm a Hijab-wearing Somali chick doesn't mean I can't get freaky.
Ever since that night, Steve and I have been inseparable. He's working security at another building and I'm back in the same building where we got caught fucking, albeit in a probationary capacity since the union at my job wasn't as supportive of me as they could have been. Steve and I are together now, and he's been spending so much time at my apartment that I ought to start charging him rent, seriously.
Moaning deeply, I shuddered as Steve fingered my hairy pussy while working his tongue deep inside my asshole. Seriously, the kinky sides of Steve never cease to amaze me. I'm a tall, chubby Somali chick. Not most people's idea of beauty in the City of Ottawa, where they seem to worship skinny blondes. To Steve, however, I am supremely beautiful. My favorite Haitian stud loves my body, and I can't get enough of his wonderful, weird brand of lovemaking.