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  • I need a nice big black cock

    I am in need of a good fucking. I am a lot of woman to handle, my triple d tits, to my large hips and fat ass. We’re not gonna mention my gigantic personality. So I need a lot of man to please me. I put up with average cock way to much and now I have a thick BBC in my grasp and I will be fucked by it, tonight. My friends and myself plus a few new members, sitting around a table enjoying a nice meal. It was so nice but I couldn’t get the sight of being railed by this mans black dick out of my mind. He was a friend of one of my guy friends and of course every one is invited. He towered over me, making my mind wander.

    Not many men excite me or make me feel small, but this beautiful black man did all of the above. The dinner went smoothly and we all settled in for a night of fun adult games. Spin the bottle, truth or dare, so many fun games that allowed me to get closer to that sexy chocolate man. Brushing against him every chance I got, accidently touching his cock, what finally did it was the kiss. During a naughty game of truth or dare, the task was for him to suck on my neck. Which is where it started but not where it ended. Starting on my neck his lips slowly traveled towards my tits. I just smiled and leaned back, giving him all the room and angle he needed to have his fill.

    The games finally ended and earlier in the night we all agreed to just stay at my friends house, he had plenty of room for that matter. So we all settled in our respected rooms, I stripped my clothes and put on a lace lingerie set. Lay back on the bed and simply wait and I didn’t have to wait long. The slight knock came, not even waiting for an answer he opens my door and allows him self in. Dressed in only a robe, he stripped it away and stood before me. His big black hard cock waiting for my approval. And he definitely got it.

  • No where to hide

    My pride screamed no, but my body was his, and the words spilled out, raw and desperate. “I want it. Fuck, Roman, I’m yours.” The confession was a release, a surrender, and he rewarded me by picking up speed, his dick hammering into my vagina with a ferocity that stole my breath. His fingers on my clit, the clamps on my tits, the sheer danger of being caught—it was too much. When he growled, “Cum for me now,” I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me with a violence that left me shaking, my cunt pulsing around his cock as he followed with a guttural curse, his hot spunk filling the condom as he rode out his release.

    We stood there, panting, the aftershocks lingering in the charged silence. He pulled out slowly, disposing of the condom with a practiced ease, and when I turned to face him, his expression was unreadable—sated, yet still hungry, a predator who’d only just begun to play. My dress was a mess, my body marked by his touch, and I knew this wasn’t the end. Not by a long shot.

    “I know why you came for me,” he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the haze of post-climax fog. My heart stuttered, the weight of his words a cold splash against the lingering heat. “The deal with Marcone. You think I double-crossed you.”

    I froze, the accusation hanging heavy. He knew. Of course he knew. Roman Devereaux didn’t rise to power by being blind. “And if I do?” I challenged, smoothing my dress with trembling hands, trying to reclaim some semblance of control.

    “Then you’re playing a dangerous game, Raven.” His smirk returned, but there was no warmth in it—just a glint of something ruthless. “But I like dangerous. So here’s the deal: you want answers, you stick close. Real close. I’ve got a private room upstairs, equipped with everything—restraints, floggers, toys you’ve only dreamed of. Prove you can handle me, and I might just tell you what you need to know.”

    The invitation was a trap, laced with the promise of pain and pleasure, of secrets and submission. Every instinct screamed to walk away, to protect the pieces of myself I’d barely held together after the betrayal. But the throb between my legs, the memory of his cock owning me, the allure of peeling back his layers—it was a siren call I couldn’t ignore.