Danielle finds her soulmate.
He was quite well endowed. I kept thinking "It will never fit"
Her head rolled back as the head disappeared inside her. She steadied herself and he slowly pushed down on her hips. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder and you could hear short gaspy breaths as that cock slowly impaled her. She did take it all. Soon all you could see were his balls resting under her ass. She rotated her hips as if she was grinding herself against him. His black hands cupped her ass as she began to lift herself up. She tensed and had what was unmistakably a very nice orgasm. I think I was slightly jealous. I was also slightly wet. Then he began to seriously fuck her. I swallowed another sip of coffee and watched her come again and again. She was bathed in sweat and close to exhaustion. The black guy was now on top with her knees up by her shoulders as he pounded into her. He leaned down and kissed her as he forced himself deep into her. His back tensed as I realized that he was filling her with cum. Black cum. I was now very wet. My legs were weak. I thought that was just a figure of speech but my knees were shaking. This whole scenario was way too weird.
I wondered why he had this movie. Did he like white girls? God, what did he look like naked. Was he washing himself? How big was he. I'd never even considered a black man as a lover before. Hell, I'd only been with two other men before Kevin. I should go home. I wanted to go home. I wanted to have an orgasm, orgasms, like the girl in the tape.
I looked over at the bedroom door. I still don't know why I did what I did. I turned off the VCR and walked over to his bedroom door. It was open a crack and I could hear the water still running. Steam was coming out of the shower. His running clothes were on the floor next to his bed, which was unmade. I pushed the door slowly and it creaked a little. My heart leapt again but the shower continued. I stepped inside. My whole body was shaking.
"Stop, run get out" I told myself. But I didn't. I stood there. My throat was dry. My head was spinning; it was like it wasn't really me. I undid my bathrobe and let it fall to the floor next to his running clothes. I put my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and slid them to the floor. I stepped out of them and saw myself in the mirror. I wondered what his hands would look like on my body. I went into the bathroom. Swallowed one last time, grabbed the edge of the shower curtain and stepped through.
He was a little bit shocked. It took him a second to realize what had happened. He sort of stood there in front of me with the water running over his head. He looked at me and smiled. I bit my lip and looked down at his cock, which, although not of legendary proportions, was bigger limp than Kevin's. I took the soap from him and said, "I thought you might need some help"
I began to wash his body. I washed it from top to bottom although I'm fairly certain that he had washed it already. I was looking at my small white hand with my wedding band sliding over his muscled torso. My hand reached around his cock and gently washed it up and down. I could feel every vein as it began to grow. I ran my hands up and down it wondering what it would feel like in me. He placed his hands on my shoulders as I played with his balls and he slowly got bigger and harder in my hand. He pulled me close and I felt his cock flat against my stomach as he kissed me gently on the lips. I returned his kiss with a deep kiss feeling his hands slide all over my body. His cock was going to go very deep.
He stepped back and began to wash me.