Their faces were close, so close Jen could feel the softnessof the woman's breath on her cheek, see her flawless smooth skin so close,her eyes still s...aring deep into her, almost completely unblinking, the softscent of her perfume filling her nostrils. Jen tried to keep her breathingunder control as she felt the woman's hand move further up her thigh untilit nestled between her legs. Jen let out a soft contented moan as she felt a solitary finger rub againstthe soft lips of her pussy, moving. White guys could fuck. There was no doubt of that, but, for Cindy, she had no intentions of ever going back to white cock---not as long as she could find a nice big black one, instead; and Willis had bluntly told her that she was the sort of white woman that black men like him (and that included the younger black guys especially) who would ALWAYS want to fuck!"What you need," he had told her, "is a big black cock, like mine, to show you what a real man can fuck like---and, what a woman, like. The only thing that remained were the freckles, those damn, disgusting freckles, and her unkempt, oily red hair. She began to cry. She didn’t even feel herself fall, but the next thing she realized was the cold porcelain of the tub against her bare back while the small tiles of the bathroom floor were equally as cold against her bare legs, and her eyes were deluging her hands with tears. Doris didn’t know why she was crying, so she cried even harder in rage and confusion and hopelessness.. ’ he said, looking up slowly at her, the corner of his mouth going up slightly and making her regret starting with friendliness. She took a good look at him this time, having ignored him mostly before, and thought he looked more mature than most men aged thirty-three. His black hair was sculptured in a business fashion, his black suit definitely custom made, but not from any big brand, and his brown eyes showed an amused twinkle in them. She was surprised at the expression in his eyes when she.