I was already erect and close to cumming and managed to stay in control. He then mounted me and told me has was going to fuck my cock as I felt him lo...ering himself on me. As he’d lubbed up my cock I slipped in him easily and started to buck underneath him. I watched as he wanked himself erect again and the effect on me was a growing feeling that I was getting close to the point of no return. I love watching a woman riding my cock and it’s a sure way to bring me off, but I’d never dreamed that. Her look was cold for a reason. I felt the cold down to my bones. It was the kind of frigid temperature that could kill a person within minutes. I swam down, further, deeper, into the darkness of her mind.Along the way, her memories flashed by, horrid visions of her past, her life. Vikkor or Victoria Lasarge was a woman with a horrible, scorned and tortured past. I watched and felt her pain.At six, she had been molested by her Uncle. Her father's brother watched her after school while her. I know where I come from, I know who I am and I know where I want to be. I simply refuse to be what North American society expects me to be because of my race and gender. I was born on the island of Haiti, the first independent Black nation in the New World. The place where white imperialism was first defeated by an army of former slaves who fought for their freedom against arrogant European colonial forces who underestimated them. Yes, I do believe in myself as a Black man thank you very. “Can I see?”“I guess, but only if I can watch you.”He agreed and we pulled off our pants and shirts. I had on a pair of black briefs, and he had on too small whitey tighties. He had a very obvious bulge, as did I, and I could see the tip of his head just poking out. He seemed reluctant, so I went first, revealing my seven inch long, two inch wide, hairless cock and balls. He stared for a moment and then slid his tight briefs down his legs and off his feet. I was surprised two see that his.