Fucking My Black Ex-boyfriend: His Big Dick Is My Favorite

I always love fucking my black ex-boyfriend.

Fucking my black ex-boyfriend is a lifelong vice of mine. See, I grew up watching many movies with attractive black men in the cast. They would have been seen as pretty innocent movies, but they had a lot of very hot rappers, singers, and actors on the cast. So I always had a crush on ‘thugs’ and gangster-looking guys. The appearance of a hot problematic rapper was like kryptonite to me. So, of course, I ended up having a few black boyfriends. After hearing some gossip from my mom and cousins, it might be genetic! Maybe Latinas just love black cock…

But I’m getting ahead of myself… Despite all the fun stories of my mom, aunts, cousins, and sister all fucking around with sexy black men, I developed the craving all on my own. I didn’t know anything about their exes or endeavors until recently. So back in school, my decisions were all mine. I started dating a hot football player with dreads. And I later broke up with him to date a handsome tall basketball player. But the first black cock is always the one you remember the most, and for me, it was my first cock in general. I still daydream of fucking my black ex-boyfriend.

So he’s still my favorite fuckbuddy.

We dated only once and broke up a few months after. However, we’ve stayed “friends with benefits” ever since. He’s my favorite dick appointment and I’m his favorite booty call. But the fun part is that I still fuck him, regardless of when I’m in a relationship. I never remove his number from my phone, I don’t even try to rename him or hide him as someone else. His name stays as “Omari 🍆” on my phone, and he loves it too. He loves knowing that he’s the one dick I’ll always go back to. And honestly, I can’t think of a world where I quit fucking my black ex-boyfriend. I simply won’t stop.

I even started a relationship back around Valentine’s Day… And within the week, I was already fucking my black ex-boyfriend again. I hadn’t even stopped fucking him through the ‘talking’ and dating phase. My favorite BBC hook stayed on my phone. Any time I took a sexy pic to tease the guy I was seeing, I also sent it to Omari as well. If those sexy pics turned into a sexting session, I was probably sexting Omari too. He sent me so many pictures of his thick black dick, and I’ve saved every single one. I’m always dreaming of fucking my black ex-boyfriend. It’s my favorite hookup and I just saw him over the weekend, too.

My boyfriend slept while I was fucking my black ex-boyfriend.

My boyfriend came over last weekend, too. We went clubbing the other night, on Saturday. I wore a sexy little red dress that I know Omari loves. So while I was getting ready for our night out, I took a picture. I felt like such a cheating little slut. Can you imagine your girlfriend taking a sexy picture and sending it to her fuckbuddy, while she’s getting ready for a date night with you? Omari texted me all night long after that, too. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on me. He wanted to rip that dress off and fuck me. So all the time that I was on this date with my boyfriend, I was thinking about fucking my black ex-boyfriend.

And when we finally got back home, I let him know too. I didn’t fuck my boyfriend that night, I said I was too tired. And so after a few drinks and a little TV show, he fell fast asleep on the couch. I was on the couch beside him when Omari finally came over. He didn’t ring the doorbell; he knew my boyfriend was spending the night. And still, I got up to answer the door and lead Omari upstairs. I tried not to giggle as we made our way to the bedroom. My boyfriend slept soundly on the couch, with the TV quietly playing in the background. And once I shut that bedroom door behind me, I was ready for fucking my black ex-boyfriend.

His cock was so big; I loved fucking my black ex-boyfriend.

It was thick and throbbing. I stroked my hand against it and could tell that all ten inches were waiting for me. As soon as I unzipped his jeans, Omari picked me up. He had me wrap my legs around his waist. Just like that, his hands eagerly tugged and ripped at my little red dress. My boyfriend hadn’t gotten to take it off of me yet. Omari got to it first, just like he always did. His big, black hands ran over my curves, grabbing at my ass. His lips kissed my neck. I was in ecstasy as he made me his little slut. God, how I love fucking my black ex-boyfriend… I would cheat on anyone for his big black cock. Maybe I’ll just have to let my boyfriend catch us next time. What would you do if you walked in on us?

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