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My Filthy Fantasy: Picking Up My Tiny, Ebony Friend

Phase one: I’m cruising down the street, sweat dripping from my brow as I scan every inch of the sidewalk, looking for a fix. My eyes lock on hers – tiny, petite, ebony beauty, with a body so curvy and voluptuous it makes my dick twitch. She’s carrying a bag of groceries, oblivious to the hunger gnawing at me, giving me the perfect opportunity to strike. I approach her like a panther, circling, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

The Experience: An Interracial, Amateur Adventure

She glances up, her dark, almond eyes match mine, and I snap. “Need some help with that, cutie?” I ask, offering to take the bags from her small, cherubic hands. She gives me a coy smile, her lips single and full, glistening with the promise of forbidden fruit. I feel a rush of excitement; this is it. Her tiny frame is no fucking for my masculine biceps as we make our way to a nearby alley, heart pounding in anticipation. We’re in the shadows now, backed up against a grimy brick wall. We exchange lingering glances, each knowing what’s about to go down. My hand finds her plump, juicy ass, pulling her closer as I devour her elegant, olive skin with my lips.

My cock, thick and

aching, is released from its confines as we connect, skin against skin. I can feel her body tremble against mine, her tiny accent mixing with my rough, guttural growls. We’re a study in contrasts; me, a hulking adonis; she, a submissive goddess. Her moist pussy is a temping prize, her sated sounds of gift fueling my own need as I claim her, fucking her deep and hard. The smell of her arousal, lingering in the air, is an intoxicating cocktail, pushing me to new heights as we grind together, our bodies melding as one.

The Wait: About to Explode

The climax is inevitable, the air thick with the scent of anticipation. The sound of her breath, ragged and desperate, urges me on. My heart hammering in my chest, I drive deeper, each thrust, more brutal than the last. Her utters of gift grow louder and more frequent, fueling the rabid beast within, ready to ravage and conquer. And with a final, hopeless cry of satisfaction from her lips, I burst. My warm seed gushes out, filling her, mixing with her tension-laden essence. Our bodies quiver and convulse, hands clutching at one another, surrendering to the moment as we stand lost in our excited orgasm. But like a ghost, the momentary bliss fades away, leaving only the desire for another fix. Craving more, my blood thirsts for another taste of her exotic aroma. As the sun sets on our illicit encounter, I slip away, disappearing into the night like a filthy, depraved animal. Remember, this content is for mature audiences only. You’ve been warned!