Catching Jungle Fever for Lusty Ebony Seductress ♕

Last Minute Decisions…

I had no idea what I would wear to the costume party, I was last minute as usual. It had been a few months since I broke up with my boyfriend, and I was in a slump. I didn’t want to date any more white men who claimed to be “catching jungle fever”.  My last relationship left me jaded but my friends were determined to get me out of the house. While I was digging through my closet I found an old mask from a masquerade ball that I previously attended. I decided to wear it with a sexy black catsuit that accentuated my curves perfectly. I thought to myself that if I wore this mask no one would know who I was and it would allow me to put myself out there again.

He Was Catching Jungle Fever

When I arrived at the party, I noticed this man in the corner staring a hole into my clothes. He was a white guy and I refused to revisit that path but it was clear that he wanted me. He came over to introduce himself and I couldn’t help but wonder what type of weapon he was holding underneath his cop costume. I quickly dismissed my naughty thoughts and started flirting with my new friend. It was only flirting and there was no harm in that,  I told myself. I asked him where the bar was and he pointed across the room. I started heading for the bar and he slowly followed behind me.  He was clearly admiring my bubbly black booty.  Yes, the man was catching jungle fever…

One Night Only

I had to be honest with myself, I wasn’t ready for anything serious but my pussy craved attention. Being direct and to the point was my forte, I wanted to skip all of the small talk and get to it. I leaned in close and in a seductive whisper, I asked him if he wanted to get a room. I could tell by the look on his face that he was pleasantly surprised; without hesitation, he replied, “Let’s go!”  At this point, I knew that he was catching jungle fever and I had the cure. We decided to leave our cars at the party and catch an Uber to our hotel suite.

So, for the entire ride, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Things started to get steamy as we fogged up the window in the back seat. I kept catching the Uber driver glancing and licking his lips as he watched in awe.  Perhaps he was also catching jungle fever!

As we approached the hotel, I could feel his member bulging out of his costume and I knew I was in for a pleasant surprise. As soon as we entered the room, he immediately started ripping my clothes off. I felt like I was a sweet piece of fruit that was ripe for his picking. He threw me down on the bed and instantly buried his face in between my creamy caramel thighs.

Are you catching jungle fever?

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