"My brow twitched, my gaze dropping for the briefest moment. She was wearing a white babydoll with powder blue accents, her heavy, pendulous breasts s...raining the fabric, her dark areolas and long, thick nipples clearly visible. Though she was a good twenty pounds overweight, she carried it surprisingly well on her tall frame. At thirty-six, she was much prettier than most of my friends' mothers, with long, thick legs and gorgeous, flowing, dark hair that she wore loose most days.I met her. I had the envy to feel the joy of being fucked like a girl. I started to watch more and more interracial porn. As I was fueled by it, I really wanted to lose my masculinity to a men. I wanted to be a whore for black man. Even today, when I watch porn, I feel that only black men can make women moan and orgasm in an unmatched manner. I found it so unfair that my cock was small vs. black men in porno that I preferred to be fuck rather than to fuck. During my teen ages, my desire for black cock. My heart was racing as I watched my cock limp disappear into her mouth only to come back out a raging rock hard erection. Who needs Viagra with a woman like Jess! It was only seconds when I felt those familiar spasms and I told Jess to stop, I was about to cum. But Jess ignored me and continued until I bursted. I came hard, so hard it hurt and almost made me lose consciousness for a second; but if felt so good. I looked at Jess to find her still sucking my cock with cum on her face and hands.I. She sat there, wondering what he could possibly be waiting for. She was very tempted to make the first move and thrust her cherry-colored lips roughly onto his paled pink lips, while she clambored onto his lap. Instead, she sat there motionless, wanting, for once, for the man to make the move. Dave continued to look into her eyes as her lips began to quiver. Her mind raced,silently repeating, "Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me." She started to realize that maybe the touch of the arm.