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From the moment we walk into my condo Quincy pins me against the front door, kissing me from the top of my head to my neck.

His lips land delicately perfect.

Gentle.

We begin tearing off each other’s clothes.

Shirts.

Pants.

Underwear.

Revealing our naked bodies.

Quincy’s dark chocolate body is flawless.

Beautiful.

Absolute perfection.

All six-foot four-inches of him is made of muscles.

They are in places I didn’t even know existed.

His muscles are huge, even the one standing long and strong between his legs. His large black massive dick pierces the air. The entire mass of erect hardness has one thick long vein protruding along it.

I approach him wanting to savor his scent.

I nuzzle my nose into his neck.

Inhaling.

His chest.

Inhaling.

His stomach.

Inhaling.

His back.

It’s intoxicating.

His smooth black skin smells like rich cocoa butter.

Homemade from the roots of the earth.

Pure ingredients.

Natural.

We embrace. Holding each other. Refusing to let go.

We’ve been waiting for this moment.

This time.

He gently places his mouth on mines.

His kisses send chills through my body.

He then nibbles on my neck and ears.

Tongue flickering in a circular motion.

After circle.

After circle.

Slowly.

Slower.

He sucks on my earlobes and whispers all the things he wants to do to me. “I want to make love to every part of your body,” he says. “I want to suck your dick and taste your juices. I want to eat your ass. Then I want to put my entire dick inside you.”

I want him baaad!!!

He grabs my hand and leads me to the sofa. Quincy is taking control.

Commanding.

Dominating.

Powerfully.

And I let him.

He throws my legs over his shoulders and grabs my throbbing hard dick. He commences to whisper to it. Quincy speaks to the head.

Yes, he does.

In between each lick he talks to my throbbing erection like he owns it. “This is my dick,” he whispers. “I am going suck your dick and swallow your balls. I don’t want you to hold back. Let your juices flow. I want all them on my face. Then, I am going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

His head goes up.

Then down.

Then up.

Then down.

I push my entire dick in the back of his throat.

He slurps.

Then rotates his head around.

And around.

And around.

Oh my gosh!

I feel myself ready to cum.

He sucks and slurps faster.

Stronger.

I moan to the heavens. This man is my angel and he helps me to see the streets paved with gold. I see the pearly gates and know there is a God.

Before the juices can rush out of me he flips me over and grips my ass.

He smacks the hell out of it!

He gets down on his knees and puts his face in between my cheeks and takes a big whiff. And then he says, “I am going to stick my tongue deep inside you.”

I force my weak body off the sofa and run into the kitchen. I grab a can of whipped cream from the refrigerator and tell him to enjoy. He eats my ass for a good half hour and I love every minute of it.

Quincy’s tongue is magical.

He then sprays the whipped cream all over his black thick dick. I kneel before him and begin licking his dick head.

I slowly work my mouth around the girth of his pulsating erection.

With each suction Quincy moans and his body shakes.

He grabs the back of my head and helps to ease me further down the shaft of his throbbing dick.

“Oh, shit!” Quincy yells and doubles over.

He pulls away from me. “You’re trying to make me cum already? Not so fast.”

He lifts me toward him and kisses me deeply.

He lays me on the sofa and spreads my legs. He grabs one of the patterned throw pillows and puts it under my ass.

I am ready.

Willing.

And Lord knows needy.

It’s been a long time since a man has been inside me and I want Quincy to plow me.

Thrust himself inside me and never stop pounding.

That’s what I need.

“Where’s your condoms and lube?” he asks.

I point toward the bedroom. “Down the hall and to the left. The top drawer of the nightstand next to the bed.”

I watch Quincy’s naked body saunter out of the room.

Fat bubble ass.

Huge calf muscles.

Strong back.

DAMN!

DAMN!

DAMN!

His body is amazing.

Quincy returns with a smirk on his face.

Lube and condom in his right hand.

He rips open the gold magnum wrapper and eases the condom over his long dark dick.

He squeezes the bottle of lube and the clear liquid drips on the top of his fat erection. He strokes himself, smearing the lube over the shaft and the head.

He then lifts my legs and drips some of the cool lube on my ass. He takes his middle finger and slowly works the slippery gooey liquid in and out of me.

My head falls back and I close my eyes. I let out a low moan. I then gyrate my body, working in sync with his hand.

He pours a little more lube.

I am ready.

He leans in and kisses me.

Deeply.

Playing with my tongue.

Exploring my mouth.

He reaches down and slowly puts the tip of his dick head inside me.

I flinch.

He takes it out.

He slowly maneuvers the head inside me again.

I relax.

“You want more?” Quincy asks.

I nod my head.

He knows I am hungry.

I need to be fed.

Each time he inches a little more in and then pulls out.

“Please, Quincy,” I beg. “Baby, please.”

He grins at me. “That’s right, beg for this dick,” he demands. “This time when I put it in I want you to work your body with me.”

I do just what he commands.

I thrust.

Rotate.

Open my legs wider.

Quincy loves it.

He moves slow, then fast, and then slow again.

He rotates.

Dances.

And strokes his entire dick inside me.

My body starts to shake violently.

I moan loader.

Faster.

My breathing increases.

My chest is heaving up and down.

He muffles my screams with his juicy kisses.

“No more,” my voice trembles. “Oh, this is so good.”

“You like this?” He pumps faster.

“Yes…I…do,” I say breathlessly.

“You want me to stop?” He is going faster and faster. His breathing grows rapid.

“No, no, no, don’t stop,” I pant.

“Baby, you feel so good,” Quincy says. “Oh, baby, this is mines?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I say.

“I can get it whenever I want?” I feel Quincy’s body jerking.

“Yes. Anytime.” I move my body in sync with his.

He pumps faster.

Deeper.

He moans loudly and throws his head back.

Pumping faster.

Faster.

Faster.

Then he releases his hot juices.

His sweaty body goes limp and he collapses on top of me. I kiss his neck and ears.

Quincy is breathing heavily. “That was good!” he says. I stroke his wet back and steamy head. “Now it’s your turn.” He grabs my dick and smiles at me.