. fetish. Big black dicks and ghetto thug tops. It was my bisexual quirk, my indulgent sexual taboo for as far back as I had sexual taboos, and I had ...ore or less come to understand and even embrace my urge to periodically seek out and devour massive black dicks, even though I lived my life as and identified as a purely straight guy. That was why my heart skipped a beat and my dick immediately began to pump with blood as I walked in the door of the Stop N' Go across the street from my apartment. His blush was comment enough."Ignore her," Ashlyn said."Yeah, I guess that was pretty rude since we barely know each other," Tori agreed. "Sorry. You just seemed so ... cool ... Friday night."Chris snorted involuntarily."I am anything but cool," he said. "A month ago, I was ... I guess you'd say I was the lead band geek. Then Andy sat down with me out of the blue at lunch one day, asked me if I'd go to a formal with Ruth and ... my world got a lot better pretty quickly." You and Andy seem like. The more I sucked her breast the harder she stroked my shaft. I slid my hand in her panty which was completely wet now and started to play with her lips. I kept one hand on her breast, one in her panty and my mouth blowing slow air on her neck. I could see her eyes filled with desire for more. I sat down on floor on my knees and smoothly got her panty down. I kissed my way to the Universal hole (Vagina) and started teasing her vaginal lips with my tongue. I slowly licked all the flowing juices. His eyes were a deep pool of dark chocolate, so dark in fact that it was impossible to tell where his pupils ended and where his irises began. His eyes were so piercing and enchanting that it was difficult to look away from him. He was clean shaven and well groomed and looked like the type to guard the Prime Minister – in fact, he felt important like that in this dream, though I am uncertain why he was dressed so plainly when I saw him. He had this simply incredible presence and I was so drawn.