Kitty Caulfield

I study intensely when I'm not engaging in passionate encounters with well-endowed, ebony men. I was tasked with conducting firsthand research on African American males and I was eager to experience it hands-on. I ventured into a sketchy neighborhood and encountered two robust young black gentlemen while using my ample, exposed breasts in a revealing ensemble to entice them.

My pulse quickened as I visually undressed them and I knew I was moments away from engaging in an interracial sexual escapade. We returned to my place and my scholarly intentions took a back seat, much like I did on their sizable black members. They were astonished by the situation and I was amazed by my ability to accommodate all that manhood that reached my deepest depths and stretched me to my limits.

As I mature, my admiration for black manhood grows and I was deeply appreciative of the delectable interracial climaxes they both bestowed upon me.