He was slightly taller than I so his lips lingered an inch above mine as he whispered, "Are you sure?". As I stood still and silent, he slowly took ...he juice bottles out of my hands and placed them on a shelf. He leaned in towards my ear and whispered one last time, “Are you?" And that's when I realized if I don't respond, he'll stop. So I nodded.Before I could complete my nod, in one swift motion, he had me up against the shelves, his rock hard dick bursting through his loose chef's pants. I just gave it a kiss imagining it to be her pussy lips. She just had a shiver in her whole body. Then i put my fingures into her pussy. It was wet with her precum. So my fingure went inside easily. Then i left two other fingures to fingure fuck her with three fingures. She started to moan and also started to press her boobs by herself out of sexual instinct. Then i removedmy hands and started to suck her pussy. I was tickling her cilt with my mouth. She could not control herself. The acts of. Every time I see a black man now I feel the pleasure his cock imparted to me and I am drawn to the man, drawn to please him, to service all his bodily needs and desires. My mind seems to fog with the need for every black man to want me as he did that first day. I crave the need I saw in his eyes as his manhood stood proudly, throbbing his desire for me, captivating my every thought with the intenseness of his ache. I have never been wanted so badly by anyone as he seemed to want me that day and. You could tell that many times before she had reached this point and shit turned sour. She seemed ready for me to back out. I’m not going to lie, for a second I thought maybe I would, but when I opened my mouth the only words that escaped were, ‘I’ve never done this before, so don’t judge me.’ Then I plunged down on her cock, trying to be as toothless as I’ve ever been in my life. I took a page out of her playbook, thinking she probably delivered the blow job she enjoyed the most. I went as.