So one day, as usual, I went to buy some stuff(I went to see her assets actually) from the shop and saw that Sudha was sitting alone. I knew that I ha... at least half an hour with me and I could make some progress with her. She greeted me with a smile and gave me the cigarettes and just, as usual, she just brushed her hand against mine but this time I was adamant about not leaving without making any progress. I just caught hold of her arm and pulled it towards me. She got shocked as I caught her. Yet my cock never leaves your pussy. The door is open. The steps are coming closer... Your hubby is just about to catch us red-handed... But his steps suddenly get quieter again. He must have moved on to the kitchen. I move my hands from your hips to your perfect tits and begin to massage them. I can feel your heart beating like crazy.With your hubby gone I restart pounding you from behind. My fat, hard cock sliding violently in and out of your wet pussy. I squeeze your tits hard, before I grab. I’m starting to get really turned just by the BIG BLACK DICKS themselves. If there’s a picture or video with a BLACK MEN and a woman, I sometimes focus almost entirely on that BIG BLACK DICK. I’ve even gotten to the point where I really love the sight of a BIG BLACK DICK all by itself. How can just the sight of just a BIG BLACK DICK get me hard? How can this be possible? Phase 6: Addiction. I’m hopelessly addicted to BIG BLACK DICK! I love it so much that I’m even more attracted to the BIG. She looked up and locked eyes with her tormentor. They shared a long, intent novella-like stare, as if this were some over-acted porn drama.Her tongue extended and savored the tip of his cock. The slut-mind that he once trained re-emerged. It came rising up through the dark, reptilian chamber in the recesses of her subconscious. A reservoir of orgiastic memories danced in the back of her skull. She held his superior gaze and he smiled, his teeth glinting. They might as well have been fangs. She.