Just skin touching skin. Love sleeping naked with you, love showering with you, love holding your hand, and feeling your lips touching mine.But I esp...cially love when your eyes roll into the back of your head and you moan my name.Not sure if it’s like permission, or a plea, but it works either way.Now, I am not slow. I am not gentle. I am not patient.I reposition myself, watch you bite your lip, and then hammer at you, driving you down into the bed hard, and deep, and each thrust punctuated. I again hugged her tight and kissed her at so many places. She applied soap on her body and started cleaning herself. I pulled her to my side and started rubbing her breasts with soap.After the bath we got back to the bed room and dried everything. I was still in the same mood and again attacked her from back. I pushed my dick through her back and hugged her tightly. She scolded me for that but allowed me to do everything. I quickly gave a few more strokes in same position when she picked her. And I seem to be the only black person who knows it. I’ve always been on the lookout for racist people. Most people think of an angry white male when they imagine a racist person. Few people would dare imagine that the most racist people on the planet are white women. They’re the ones motivating white males in those neo-Nazi and white supremacy groups. And these days, female memberships in racist groups is at an all-time high. That’s what law enforcement officials and sociologists are trying to. Frito needs relief." Ummmm..." I made a face as I held the seat of the chair and pushed myself slowly upward.If I had a suspicious nature, I might have thought Brittany had planned this. We'd never really gotten along very well. I could see her smiling as my plump labia were tugged outward by the shaft as it gradually emerged from my pussy. My clit was hard too. Well, it had been ever since I'd found I'd be naked in school, but right then it was screaming hard and poking out like a tiny dick.