Can i have that dripping black pussy
Posted by blackpussy on April 20th, 2009
I remember the very first time I saw her. Long brown hair, chocolate skin, that china-white smile that could light up a room; I was sprung. Her head was down, so it was a few seconds before I could see that beautiful face. A firm handshake was a great first impression, letting me know that there may be other muscles in her firm, taut body that harbored such strength. I could only imagine what she could do with those muscles in her body. A friend of a friend, she left that day and I never thought I would see her again.
Boy was I wrong.
She called me that night. How did she get my number I wondered?
“I stole it from Natasha’s phone,” she says.
“Is that right?”
“I want you,” she says.
A short and sweet phone conversation; we meet for a drink, in the back of the bar at a booth in a shadowy corner. Just perfect; She had a Cosmo, me a Sex on the Beach-a personal favorite in every sense of the word. We discussed life, women, same sex couples and the woman whose home I had met her at.
“Oh, she’s nothing,” she said regarding her.
“A friend of a friend tried to hook us up. You’re the one that has what I want.”
A bold move from a bold young lady; we call it a night at the bar, hail a cab to her place. A long cab ride, all I can think about is my own dripping black pussy, and how hers will be mine in just a few minutes. I envision it the whole ride and get myself worked up beyond belief.
And we’re there; Downtown - Manhattan. I should have known. Only high rise luxury would do for such a lovely young lady. A chic flat only appropriate comfy bed would be perfect for tonight.
In a flurry of kisses and caresses we fall into the bed. I notice a micro suede comforter and make a mental note to get that out of the way. Easily mussed, dry clean only. I want to take charge, she doesn’t allow it. Assertive like the men she won’t deal with, she strips me of my street clothes, down to nothing but a bra and panties straining to contain the juices of my drenched center.
She tastes me through the lace, another bold move on her part, sucking the sweetness through the microscopic holes. When that doesn’t give her the satisfaction she desires, the last remaining clothes are off in a hurry and her tongue is pounding my clit, driving me insane. One finger inside my ebony pussy, then two; Make that three, the perfect size not too deep and not too thick. She double-fucks me until I can’t take it anymore. A slow rise up to a perfect climax and She’s good; almost as good as she is beautiful.
Now it’s my turn. Will I be able to satisfy her as she has satisfied me? Only time will tell.
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