Cock Slave Pt 4

He slid his Latino python down my throat and holding the sides of my head, rabbit-fucked my throat hard. I looked up and saw he was watching himself assault my throat in the mirror.
Part 3
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In the early 1990’s, I lived in a studio apartment in Chelsea, NYC. My building’s superintendent, Luis, lived across the hall with his wife and three young children.
My sister-in-law was visiting, and before we met up with friends to go out, while taking a shower, she knocked the soap dish off the shower wall shaving her legs. The next morning I saw Luis in the lobby of our building and asked him to repair it. I had seen him around, and he came to my apartment after I moved in to welcome me to the building.
He came to my apartment and I noticed how hot he was: 5′ 6″; ripped, dark skin, a little bit of scruff on his cleft chin, big dark eyes, lashes and brows; curly black hair; tight jeans (with a huge bulge) and a tight, cut-off white t-shirt (which showed his ripped, hairy abs) with a gold cross who looked like El Salvadorian actor Gerardo Celasco. He always smelled of sweat.
He went into the bathroom and leaned over to fix the soap dish on the shower wall so I could see his hot, tight ass and some butt crack. When he was done, as I stood in the bathroom doorway, I asked him what I could do to the thank him.
He smiled, put his hands on my shoulders, turned me around, pushed me to my knees, backed me up against the sink console, leaned in and rubbed his crotch in my face. I felt his cock grown hard down his thigh.
My heart started beating harder and I got rock hard. I...