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"You're insane, but I love it." More rooms, more positions. On the plush rug, sixty-nine, mutual pleasure with mouths and hands. His groans vibrated against me as I swallowed him down. "Fuck, your throat... don't stop." Climax hit simultaneously. Exhaustion didn't slow us. The hot tub on the deck brought buoyant sex, water splashing as we rocked together. Conversations turned to commitment, dreams blending. Throughout the night and into the next day, we lived every fantasy. Role play elements slipped in—he as the conquering mogul, me the captured influencer. Dirty commands and praises mixed with genuine affection.

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Carl walked behind me and put the pillows against the bed board and motioned for me to get on the bed. "Show Steve how good you are at masturbation," Carl said to my surprise and humiliation. I looked at Carl, then at Steve, both eager faces surveying my nudity. I sat back on the bed and shimmied backwards until my back was against the pillows. I Slide my feet toward my butt so my knees were up and spread my legs, exposing my most intimate parts. I continued to look directly at them and I reached down with my hand. They both stripped down, exposing their now hard penises.

The glow of the TV painted the dark room with shifting colors, and I caught sight of her. Camille. Sprawled across the couch like a scene from a forbidden dream, head nestled against the armrest, watching some cheesy romcom. And what she had on… Christ. White lingerie. Sheer. So thin I could see the smooth dip of her waist and the curve of her hip from where I stood. Heat slammed into my groin, my cock jerking to full hardness in seconds, pressing painfully against my briefs. My throat dried. My pulse kicked hard against my veins.

Pulling out my phone . “Put your number in, hot stuff,” I said, handing him my phone. All my shame and previous racism melted away instantly. He grinned silently. He seemed like a man of few words. Just how I loved my men. I gave him a slutty suggestive look, smattering my lipstick at him. I wanted his massive black cock doing all the talking, stretching and pounding deep inside my gripping, dripping pussy. He punched in his number. The grin never left his handsome face. I knew exactly what he was thinking—how could this tiny woman possibly take him? But I had taken more thick BBC than medicine in my life. I loved it. I was almost addicted to it.

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