She knew that a lot of guys, most guys, found her beautiful. And flirted with her. More than anything it annoyed her. Sure, Elisha had an ego, but she... didn't really give a damn how she compared to other people, she knew that she was different. Thankfully, Elisha had met a guy who loved her for being her. Elisha had always imagined herself as being like other women, with a vagina. With a boyfriend who was masculine. But, at the end of the day, Elisha had a penis, and she wasn't totally opposed. Her blue top was a little stretched, but basically undamaged. The same could be said for her shorts, although her belt was gone, as were her shoes. Gingerly, she reached down inside the waist of her shorts and felt between her legs. Aside from some soreness, her hand came back up without any trace of blood and she could feel no other damage.With her wits fully restored, and the room searched, there was nothing else to do but take a seat on the stone floor, and wait.Rather than stare at an empty. I rolled off the bed and picked her up, she put her hands around my neck as i inserted my cock for a standup fuck. we swayed together as she rode up and down on my shaft. my arms were tensing to keep her from falling, but i held on as our breath and sweat from the closeness was stirring the intensity. i looked her in the eyes and told her i was ready to cum. she dropped to the floor and asked me where i wanted it. i told her to open her mouth. my cock was swelling and as my cock passed her. On the way home I began to feel more and more ashamed of myself. I could never tell Rick what had happened. He would never marry me if he knew what that black man had just done to his bride. Suddenly I couldn’t bear the thought of standing at the alter with Rick in a few hours with Superman’s sperm inside of me. I stopped at a 24-hour d**g store and purchased a douche (my first one ever) and an enema. When I got back to my apartment I read the directions on the douche, sat on the toilet, and.