She always knew exactly what was going to happen but things were not going as they normally do. It was time. ‘My place or yours? ‘ she asked. ‘Y...urs would be best.’ The drive back to her apartment was quiet. She didn’t know why, but she was at a loss for words. That never happened before. She felt like a high school girl out on a date. She’s been with over 500 men the past few years and never felt this way. She fumbled with her keys and felt a little self-conscious. He was doing it again. She. You're Martin." Yeah, but that's just it. I don't know if I am anymore. Inside,yeah. But like when I was skating I was free but then the... Patrick? He he like... like-liked me. A-and this one girl... It was like Icouldn't escape. But it's like why did they have to treat me likethat? Why couldn't I be just a person with them? When I did thingsbefore, as a guy, I was Martin. Now when I do things, I'm Amy toeveryone else no matter how I think about myself. It's like everyonewants me to. I want him to fuck my mouth like it was his wifes or girlfriends pussy and let him cum wherever he wants to, but I'm always up for a full load of a black mans cum down my throat. My obsession has only grown stronger and stronger and it's getting out of control. It has nearly crippled my brain because every time I need to focus on something, whether it be something at work or listening to my girlfriend talk, the picture and smell and feel of a BLACK COCK so big it would make anyone choke always. As soon as I bottomed out, I pulled back so just the tip was in the entrance to her quivering pussy. I slammed in with all my force, causing her to spasm in delight, screaming my name over and over as she came. I continued to plow through, knowing I could go a while after being sucked off. I continued at my blistering pace, sawing in and out of her steaming cunt, prolonging her orgasm for an extra thirty seconds. We fucked fast and hard, over and over I drove my throbbing shaft into her.