Black fantasy
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Gloria1951
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romantic
Once again, drawing inspiration from my fantasies, after drawing me according to the new erotic dream in which he had placed me as the protagonist, insistently revealing his desire to give substance to his creative expression, and facilitated in this by my propensity to share his delirious passions, he achieved what he had imagined.
Having never concealed from him the attraction generated by the tribal call that the sight of a black person aroused in me, I had shared some unmentionable thoughts that favored the realization of such an event.
Introducing me to the guest with whom I would be involved in following up on this particular encounter, the modalities were established to make this singular experience possible.
While having us both undress, he simultaneously observed my reactions to the sight of the black individual's complete nudity, knowing that I would not remain insensitive to such a peremptory display of his genitals.
The thought of being in contact with such muscular abundance inevitably brought me sensations of inescapable emotion, and when the moment came to lie down to receive the black forms my perverse friend desired to portray, I couldn't hide my feelings as I felt the pressure of his penis on my mound of pubic hair, already throbbing like a volcano about to erupt with uncontrollable passion.
Although I struggled to maintain a composure appropriate to the situation, I still found it difficult to completely distance myself from what was happening.
Observing my expression, which must have eloquently revealed my desire to truly experience the pleasure of receiving within me all that extreme physicality under which I was compressed, and confirming his old dirty self, my elderly friend, turning to the model lying on top of me, urged him to remain absolutely still, thus avoiding the possibility of him arousing me, declaring himself certain that, deep down, I wouldn't mind at all.
Admitting without hesitation how right he was, I confirmed, with an equally sarcastic tone, that if he had wanted to make that action even more authentic, I certainly would not have refused, even allowing the full insertion of that superlative shaft, the exhilarating throbbing of which I could already feel between my legs.
The man on top of me, baring his very white teeth in a smile of absolute sympathy, did not deny in turn that it would certainly not be difficult for him to be compliant in the face of such an explicit offer, thus seizing the surprising opportunity to enjoy a woman like me.
There was no need to add anything else, as I myself moved the black object of pleasure to my clit, which was immediately turgid with passion, rubbing it carefully before guiding it along its entire length between my moist lips, now ready to receive it completely.
Once the interminable length was inside me, beginning to move wildly, my moans gave way to the loudest panting of my jet-black lover, who inexorably brought me to the wildest orgasm, sealing that unsuspected moment with his complete invasion.
Having never concealed from him the attraction generated by the tribal call that the sight of a black person aroused in me, I had shared some unmentionable thoughts that favored the realization of such an event.
Introducing me to the guest with whom I would be involved in following up on this particular encounter, the modalities were established to make this singular experience possible.
While having us both undress, he simultaneously observed my reactions to the sight of the black individual's complete nudity, knowing that I would not remain insensitive to such a peremptory display of his genitals.
The thought of being in contact with such muscular abundance inevitably brought me sensations of inescapable emotion, and when the moment came to lie down to receive the black forms my perverse friend desired to portray, I couldn't hide my feelings as I felt the pressure of his penis on my mound of pubic hair, already throbbing like a volcano about to erupt with uncontrollable passion.
Although I struggled to maintain a composure appropriate to the situation, I still found it difficult to completely distance myself from what was happening.
Observing my expression, which must have eloquently revealed my desire to truly experience the pleasure of receiving within me all that extreme physicality under which I was compressed, and confirming his old dirty self, my elderly friend, turning to the model lying on top of me, urged him to remain absolutely still, thus avoiding the possibility of him arousing me, declaring himself certain that, deep down, I wouldn't mind at all.
Admitting without hesitation how right he was, I confirmed, with an equally sarcastic tone, that if he had wanted to make that action even more authentic, I certainly would not have refused, even allowing the full insertion of that superlative shaft, the exhilarating throbbing of which I could already feel between my legs.
The man on top of me, baring his very white teeth in a smile of absolute sympathy, did not deny in turn that it would certainly not be difficult for him to be compliant in the face of such an explicit offer, thus seizing the surprising opportunity to enjoy a woman like me.
There was no need to add anything else, as I myself moved the black object of pleasure to my clit, which was immediately turgid with passion, rubbing it carefully before guiding it along its entire length between my moist lips, now ready to receive it completely.
Once the interminable length was inside me, beginning to move wildly, my moans gave way to the loudest panting of my jet-black lover, who inexorably brought me to the wildest orgasm, sealing that unsuspected moment with his complete invasion.
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