And yes I am only 26 but still made me feel a bit old.“Are you the same as all the other white girls?” he sent me one day.“What do u mean?” I ...sked.“U know jungle fever??” he replied.“BUSTED!” I replied.“does your bf know about it?” he asked.“Yes and approves.” I replied.“Is he gonna be cool with us fucking all the time?” he boldly asked.“LMAO! He doesn’t have a choice!” I sent back.Yet another black guy who knows how to talk to a white woman honestly.“I’ll pick u up on my bike tomorrow, and. The friction of each thrustis like fire on my torn bleeding flesh and still it is nothing in comparisonto the monster at my cunt…Fingers incredibly soft and gentle pull the hood protecting my clit back…The belt at my chest… the cock in my ass…*LICK* long and slow crosses my exposed nub of nerves…*LICK*… astrong rough tongue slithers along my open flesh…*LICK*… A vicious snicker reaches my ears…"Look at the cunt dripping for the feel of anything between her legs"*LICK*The long rough tongue moves. She groans and slips an arm out from under the bedclothes, before curling up into the foetal position in which she normally sleeps. Her movement, however, causes her to touch him, and sensing in her sleep the warmth of his body, she curls herself back into him, and he matches the curl of her body revelling in the touch.They have never worn nightclothes, so the touch of their flesh brings her awake, while he somehow holds back his primal desire to ravage her, to allow her to surface and enjoy. His wagon was pulled by two large horses, and the vegetables filled the wagon nearly to the top. The middle-aged man had skin burned to a deep, dark, tan that spoke of a life spent in the fields. His wife, as he introduced her, was rather young with a haunted look in her eyes; she barely said a word. Everything in her demeanor spoke of a world that had been radically changed from what she had expected. Her belly was showing, and Rayna guessed aloud she was at least six months pregnant.Every.