Fantasy of Black Excellence: Big Black Cock Cums Hard!

A hot fantasy of black excellence.

 

I was out for a jog, enjoying this summery day. My mind started to drift into a lucid dream-like state about black excellence. Who is that man? Maybe I manifested him? Tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious. My best friend, jogging beside me, turns to me and breaks my concentration by saying excuse me, can I talk to you for a minute. Where are you? I shrug her off, not wanting her to indulge in my secret manifested fantasy of black excellence. He is far too sexy to share! Plus, it’s too much for her to handle, and if she ever disrespects me, I’d have to fight that chic.

It would be best if you gave it up. I’ve had just about enough! Please tell me what you are thinking about. But my lips are sealed. A sea of chocolate skin washes over me. His big, full lips smash into mine, so full and firm that our tongues meet, pressing together. The contrast of my milky skin against his smooth, deep, dark tone. His touch, his taste, his breath, his love, his rhythm. Perfect kiss, perfect skin, perfect smile.

Wrapped up in the sheets, waking up next to me.

I look, and he stops time. His eyes say what can I do to make you mine? What do you desire within? I want to be, there’s no need to put titles on him and me. No limitations. I’m seeking common ground, common sense, and companionship: quality, honesty, and independence. Suddenly, there is no me if there is no him. A fantasy of black excellence at its finest.

He takes my foot, kisses it, licks the archand, sucks my toes, and worships me. Emotion and devotion, all he has to offer is his love,e affection, and protection. Lost in the fantasy of black excellence,e I realize how fucking horny I want to make that big black cock cum hard. Continuing kisses up my ankle to the back of my knee,e licking and sucking my erogenous zone. He takes his hands and gently caresses my inner thigh, driving me wild with anticipation.

His breath near my puss, indulging in the sweet scent, and then travels up toward my breasts. Nipple play always makes me squirt. Licking and caressing my breast,s then takes his massive black cock out with finesse and enters me with grace. Our lips are locked for the entirety of our lovemaking.

Black excellence finds the depths of my G-spot

His big black cock is so impressive,e and it fills me up. So dee,p so thick. It is a perfect example of the fantasy of black excellence. Pipe is so good he’s keeping me wanting more. I find it hard to find someone like him. Reppin’ xoxo! He knows I’d ride or die for him; I’ve waited all my life for this one. With rhythmic pleasure, his sexual expression is intimate,e desirable, and pleasurable. His mindfulness of my body is beyond belief.

I genuinely know black excellence when I see it and feel it. He has a deeper understanding of my sexual desires and needs. When that big black cock cums hard,d it ignites excitement within me. Embracing my desire to be with a black man. But it is so much more than just a big black coc. They are emotional beings who genuinely know how to communicate through sexual expression—never wanting to awaken from this dream state of orgasmic gratification.

Do you genuinely understand my interpretation of black excellence and sex? Primarily written to help you understand the cuckold experience and why some women get a case of jungle fever. I’d love to hear your feedback!

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