There had been many lovers before Martin, and scores since they had been married. But one thing kept them together. No man could please her as he did....No man was cruel enough, hard enough or could give her what she needed.Most of her lovers were only preludes to what would come to her at home. A single climax with any of them was not what she needed. They were her tools to excite her before she knew she would be taken by Martin when she finally got home. He would torment her and curse her, but. Dad and mom left a few minutes later. By six-thirty I was on my knees eating out Gwen’s cunt. By about six-thirty five, Gwen had cum in my mouth, we’d kissed and she was having me straddle and ride her mouth as she laid beneath me on the floor. We paused around eight to have some pizza and then resumed while we watched a horror flick on TV. We slept a few hours and then I was woken by her eating me out. I reciprocated and on and on we went until morning. We slept the morning away and were. Once she got out, she let out a soft moan, and said to herself, “God, what I would give to wrap my arms around that pretty thing.” Cynthia sighed, and stood up. She turned on the shower and waited for the hot water to kick in. She stepped into the shower and quickly went about her business. She hurriedly lathered and rinsed with a bar of soap, then she shampooed her hair. With the chores out of the way, she peeked her head outside the shower curtain, just to make sure. Seeing nothing, Cynthia. Little attention is payed to black women, who are left practically aside. Whereas in porn gay industry the black on black material is abundant, in porn straight industry black males are almost never pictured with black women, they are obsessively and almost exclusively, to a point of saturation and monotony, pictured with white women. Could an exaltation of black males which ignores black females ever be an honest exaltation of black people? It is actually a new subtle form of racial.