“Alright, time for the main event. Lay back.” I laid back and she grabbed my cock again. She gave it a few tugs, getting it back to peak hardness.... With that, she straddled my hips and lined up the head of my prick with her dripping wet pussy. Slowly, she began her descent. She was tight. She must not have been lying about never getting fucked by her husband’s small cock. “Oh my god - I feel so full!” she moaned. “I’ll be damned if I don’t get this entire thing inside me though!” She kept. One Tuesday morning, I found the gym was almost empty. So, after a hard session of running and cycling, I decided to do some work with weight.I saw that my favorite machine, located on a sunny corner, had been vacated by a black man, a giant muscled guy. I adjusted the machine and sat down; the seat was still warm and moist from its previous occupant.I caught my eye on the huge black guy sitting now at my right. He was really tall and muscular, his skin dark as coal. I noticed his shaped calves. "Hey, itdon't look so bad" she thought and went to their wardrobe to see if it wentwith that new green dress she had. She reached out to take the dress sothat she could try it on and, as she reached out, she knocked an awful redand yellow striped tie from the tie hanger. It was the one that Bruno hadborrowed from that good looking friend of his, Dan, for the last time hehad been interviewed by the probation officer.The tie fell across her chest and brushed against the medallion whichcaused a. I knew then and there this was going to be a fun night. So off to a dance club we go. The first club we stopped at was real boring. A bunch of older white guys that looked too scared to ask my D to dance. I told D lets leave I know of another club down the road called the Twin Stop. I did not tell her the extra little surprise that it was a black dance club. As we walked into the club with the blaring beat of the music I can see all the black men had their eyes on D and her silky white breast.