Nya
As a mature woman from the South, my experiences with younger men have often involved country folk who struggle with performance issues. After relocating to Los Angeles for property management, I encountered a new kind of excitement by engaging with African-American men. When interviewing two black gentlemen for an apartment, their financial situation seemed uncertain.
Despite their attempts to reassure me, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of their endowments and the allure of interracial intimacy. Abandoning my role as a landlord, I eagerly focused on exploring their ebony manhood. Disregarding formalities, I undressed them, discarded the paperwork, and indulged in carnal pleasures without concern for societal perceptions.
Their robust members brought me intense pleasure, leading me to prioritize encounters with black lovers over lackluster experiences with Caucasian men from my past.