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This ebony sex story started at my best friend’s house.  I had always known Brandon as Kelly’s older brother, the laid-back, slightly mysterious guy with a devilish grin. Today, however, as I waited for Kelly to get off work at her house, I was in a completely different scenario with him. The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm, golden light through the large living room windows. I settled onto the plush, white couch, crossing my long, ebony legs, my skin glowing in the soft light. Brandon, ever the gracious host, offered me a joint. “Want a hit?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.  I hesitated for a moment and then shrugged, taking the joint from him. “Why not?” I said, reaching for it.

I took a long drag, feeling the smoke fill my lungs, the warmth spreading through my body. I handed it back to him, my heart beating a little faster than before.  Brandon took a hit, his eyes never leaving mine. He leaned back on the couch, his arm draped casually over the back. “So, Camille,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “what brings you to our humble abode today?” I laughed, the sound a little breathless. “Just waiting for Kelly to get off work,” I said, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. I shifted slightly, feeling the wetness between my legs. The joint was working its magic, and an erotic ebony sex story popped into my head.

I was feeling good!

Brandon’s eyes moved down my legs, then back up to my face. “Well, I’m sure we can find a way to pass the time,” he said, his voice full of promise. He moved closer to me, his hand brushing against my thigh. I gasped, my ebony body responding immediately to his touch. “Brandon,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, teasing kiss. His hand moved higher, his fingers tracing the edge of my shorts. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as his fingers dipped inside, finding my wet ebony pussy. He groaned, his fingers exploring my wetness. “Fuck, Camille,” he breathed, his lips moving to my neck. I moaned, my head falling back as his fingers moved faster, his tongue finding my clit.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with need. “Brandon,” I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders. He moved his fingers faster, his lips sucking and licking my clit. I came with a gasp, my body shaking with pleasure. Brandon smiled, his fingers still moving inside me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come,” he said, his voice full of admiration.  I laughed, my body still trembling with aftershocks. “Your turn,” I said, my hand moving to his belt. He groaned as I undid his pants, his hard dick springing free.

The beginning of this ebony sex story!

I moved to my knees, my hand wrapping around his dick. “Fuck, Camille,” he gasped as I began to stroke him. I smiled, my eyes meeting his as I leaned forward, my tongue flicking out to taste him. He groaned, his hands moving to my hair as I took him in my mouth. I moved faster, my tongue swirling around his dick as I sucked him. He groaned, his body tensing as he came, his hot cum filling my mouth.  I moved back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Brandon laughed, his eyes full of admiration. “Fuck, Camille,” he said, his voice full of awe.  It was just the beginning of our ebony sex story.

I smiled, moving back to the couch. “I think Kelly will be home soon,” I said, still breathless. Brandon nodded, moving to sit next to me. “Well, I guess we’ll have to find another time to continue our ebony sex story,” he said, his hand moving to my thigh. I laughed, my ebony pussy  still tingling with pleasure.  “I think I’d like that,” I said, my hand moving to cover his. He smiled, his eyes full of satisfaction. “I’ll hold you to that, Camille,” he said, his voice full of wicked intent. And as Kelly walked through the door, neither of us could keep the smiles off our faces. Because we both knew that this was just the beginning of a very exciting ebony sex story.

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