If you would have told me at the beginning of my day that I would be willingly on my knees, praying that just one more big black cock would walk through those doors and feed me my seventh load, I would have laughed in your face. But there I sat, in a dark room, listening to the foot steps echo down the dark hallway as the four black studs who had just fed me a total of six loads, leave me there. A throat that until two hours ago, had been what I assumed, was straight.
Two hours I spent having my throat fucked raw by rough black cocks. That's how long I spent on my knees in the room labeled 'Mouth'.
