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It's magic to watch a young African guy with a big cock conquer a white woman.
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Slow & Deep:
I enjoy foreplay Foreplay isn't a warm-up its where real pleasure begins. I dont rush. I explore. I want to feel the moment your breath shifts, when your body starts speaking before your lips do. I am not here to perform here to discover what makes you melt. Slowly. Deeply. Until you're not just turned on you're completely undone.
Permission First. Then Fire:
If we build trust may I take my time with you?
On our first night, I wont ask for all of you. Just one part, can allow it?
You: (raises an eyebrow, teasing) what exactly do you want?
Me: . Just the part where your breath shifts where your body reacts before your voice catches up.
You: You smirk, teasing:,Bold of you.
Me:Your permission gave me the boldness.
You:(smirking) you think you know how to make me lose control?
Me: I want you to give it willingly. I want to earn the moment your body stops pretending.
You: I offer a quiet challenge, I wont react,I'll scroll, talk, stay on my phone. I wont react. You can try.
Me:. Fair enough. Bed or chair?
You: Not the bed.I'd set the chair by the open window, I helped you just separates my legs! & you try??
Me:"Thank you. I kneel between your thighs. Can I hold them?"
You: No. You told me just one part, remember? Sorry. making a call. So you do your job. Just one part."
Me: smiling, she busy on phone!
I kneel between them. She parted her legs just enough to tempt, still holding her boundary with quiet control. Her red lace like a secret just for me drew my eyes.
I traced my finger slowly across the fabric, slow and deliberate, sending soft sparks through her. Her hips twitched, subtle but sure, and her legs opened a little more wordless, but clear. She didnt need to say yes. Her body already had.
I place my palm over her lace warm, soft, already clinging.I dont press hard.I dont have to.
Even through the fabric, I feel her. That slow, pulsing throb beneath my hand not shy, not loud just undeniably ready.
She's still talking on the phone, voice calm, smooth But her hips shift.Just once. Like her bodys trying to chase the contact without admitting it. I press in, just a little deeper. Her clit pulses right against my hand.She's not soaked yet. But she's already wet enough for the lace to catch on her.
I stayed between her thighs, still not touching anything she hadn't allowed but close enough that my breath warmed places only she could feel. Her phone was still in her hand, voice still trying to sound steady, but her body had started speaking a completely different language.
My face lowered slowly. I wasn't rushing, I wasn't begging I was studying her.My nose grazing the lace, dragging gently side to side like I was reading the heat trapped underneath.
She hadn't said a word, but her hips answered. A subtle arch. Her thighs parted just a bit more,
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