Every time I pass a black guy on the street or in a store my mind immediately thinks about how big his cock is. I just want him to give me a clear sig... that he's up for me sucking his BIG BLACK COCK!!!! I want him to take me in a bathroom stall or alleyway or anywhere really and have me pull out his massive meaty BLACK COCK and give him the best head he's ever gotten. I want to worship his long shaft and smell every inch of his amazing manhood. Caress his big balls while my mouth works overtime. He stands above me and I hear his zipper undo. Instinctively, I bite my lip. I'm intoxicated by his aftershave but before I can appreciate his smell, I feel his erect member against my lipstick stained lips. "Open your mouth again, you little slut. It's your turn to please me." "Yes, sir," I reply as I lick my lips, ready to accept him. He grabs my hair as he pulls himself into me and I suck and flicker my tongue against him. I allow him to slide deeper and deeper until he's pushing against. The top attic was cold, with two large bay windows and no curtains in the main room, which measured 3m x 3m, off the small kitchen, adjoining the smaller bedroom which housed a double bed, above which was a skylight, a wardroad and dresser and another locked door into the next adjoining house, probably for fire purposes.I felt the dampness and dinginess from the moment I walked through the door and immediately requested a replacement into Halls the next day at Uni.They both seemed to reside in. You should have stayed at home!" The man snarls aiming the shotgun."You too" you reply as thousands of tiny micro emitters in your suit light up bathing your would be executioner in a blinding flash of light, he shouts and reaches to cover his eyes giving you time to blast him point blank with the blast you've been charging since he bushwhacked you.With the gunmen down and the pain in your shoulder becoming more than just an annoyance as you come down off the adrenaline you reach for the clasp.