Goombay Lover

“Hello, Carl,” I said, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me. I just had to say his name. As if he heard me, my Carl fell to his knees. I walked around in front of him and cupped my dick. Yes, when it was this big it had to be called dick because cock was far too tame. Carl called it his Mandingo dick. He lifted his head and took that dick into his mouth. “Welcome home, baby,” I purred.