In a soaking wet melding of a white woman and black man, I collapsed on top of him, utterly spent. In our bedroom, I cried, and tossed and turned, my near constant orgasms with Darius on a replay that I couldn’t shut off. Amateur porn Not only that, but every single one of their dates, all the women in attendance, were white. Darius stopped dancing, his hand still on my ass, and walked me out of the club. It was a text from Darius. I reached around, grabbing from something. “Mmm, there we go, yeah just like that,” he whispered. Yes! It barely covered my breasts, my butt was basically fully exposed; a tiny string went up my crack. “A little crowded tonight,” I said. ***
“Hey, baby,” I felt a hand at my waist, pulling me back. “In April, I’ve booked some time in a studio in New York,” Darius told me at my car. He slapped my ass, “Ride that dick, then tell me you still haven’t gone black, you still aren’t addicted.”
I glared at him angrily.
