You pull your panties aside and you move your fingers along the opening of your now wet lips... gliding down between them and back up and seeking out ...our hard clit and gently rubbing it between your fingers....stroke your cock ... you hiss.. for me...i want to see how big it is.....your eyes are riveted to my shaft as i move my hand back and forth along its length....i small drop of pre-cumm oozes form its head.... you see it and your tongue darts out again licking your lips hungry to taste. That’s how the idea of being given to Black men was born. One summer we decided to take a small vacation without the k**s. We packed my daughter with my Mom and went to tour Napa Wineries. As we went from one wine tasting room to another, I noticed a good looking black gentleman who seemed to be with our group. We struck conversation and I learned that his name was Luke and he stayed at the same Bed and Breakfast as we were. After a while we decided to dine together. Obviously, the conversation. “I am your reward,” she whispered, a pleasant shiver running down his spine as she breathed warm air on his ear. “This time, it is my choice. I will decide to whom I am bound, and I have chosen you.”She turned his chin up with her finger, pressing her full lips against his, her dexterous tongue winding its way into his mouth to deliver a slow and powerful kiss that made him weak at the knees. He leaned into her, his hands roaming across her glass-smooth skin, his fingers sinking into her. " The pleasure was absolutely indescribable as the passion between us built. I soon reached my peak for the third time. He wrapped his arms behind me, pulling me onto his lap, my legs on either side of him as the new angle only intensified the pleasure. I called his name loudly before covering his lips with my own. I bit lightly on his bottom lip, eliciting an excited moan from Caleb. I made a trail of kisses from his neck and across his collarbone, nibbling and marking my own territory along.