..Bastard....mmm.... how....could...nnn...you?!” I smiled and replied “ I thought this is what you wanted?” Before she could answer I began pass...onately kissing her feeling her moan through the kisses as fucked her. Eventually we ended up in a sitting/crouching position with her legs clamped around my waist and my hands on her tight arse moving it up and down. I knew she was approaching a big one, her nails dug into my back, her legs grew tighter and the muscles in her pussy drew me deeper and. That image quickly disappeared and was replaced by Heath's huge black cock. Carl tried to think of something else but to no avail the more he thought about Heaths huge cock the harder and hotter he became and stroked his hard on to that image licking his lips until he came all over his hand.This became a routine for six weeks, Carl was angry he didn't want to think of hmself as gay but what do you call a guy day dreaming about getting fucked by a big black cock. That night Carl's mother was. Of course, the clear glass screen offered no protection for my modesty. As I adjusted the temperature, I glanced over my shoulder to see Anna staring at my ass. I stepped forward, hiding myself under the flow. The warm water poured over me, revitalising my weary muscles in an instant. As the spray beat down on my face, its gushing white noise completely washed out my confusion. Then it suddenly hit me with crystal clarity. I smiled into the shower head, remembering my own advice for my. Just thinking about his dick going inside me, fucking me, the look on his face how he couldn’t believe he was fucking such a hot white girl like me. I wished so much I could talk to someone about this, but it had to be my secret. I didn’t want to hurt my friends and family, especially my mom. She would be so disappointed if she knew I was having sex with black men. But I can’t help it though. His dick feels so fucking good inside me. I can’t stop thinking about it inside me, moving, filling my.