"That true?" Yeah." I nodded slightly. His hands were strong and calloused, but gentle as they moved over my back and shoulders."I ain't never met a f...reeborn negra before." Really?" I smiled at that. "Do you like being a slave?" Do I like it?" Tom Henry laughed. "What do you mean by that?"His hands were moving along my spine and I gave a little shimmy of pleasure, the way his fingers would ride up my dark oily skin nice and slow."Untie that string there," I sighed, "It's getting in the way.". He turned to briefly acknowledge his friend but when he looked to where the most beautiful woman he had ever met was standing just a few seconds before, she was gone. He felt empty. ‘Damn it, Brian!’ He didn’t even have the chance to get her name. **************** It’d been two months and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Briefly when he touched her, her skin felt so soft, he ached to feel it again. And those big chocolate eyes haunted him day and night. But he had to get himself together.. Her hips wiggled, her dusky rump jiggling every time my crotch smacked into her tight tush. It was such a wicked sight to behold. I loved it.My futa-cock ached as I churned her snatch to a hot froth. I plunged over and over into her. I groaned, growing dizzy with delight. That swelling ache built and built. I shuddered, gripping her flesh, so close to erupting into her.“Kess ikhtak!” the king groaned. His bearded face twisted in rapture. “Drink it, Ayishah! You dirty slut! Drink it all!”The. ‘I love you too’ I replied back. His hand moved down my body, my legs parted slightly. I knew what was coming, I was burning inside waiting for him to touch me. His hand brushed across my pubic hair. I shivered. The moment his finger touched my outer lips, his face came to mine, kissing me slowly. I was so wet. Even now, I don’t think I’ve ever been that wet and turned on. I wanted him so badly. I still felt his fingers between my legs, on the lips I had just hours before shaved for him. Being.