June Summers
I am open about it: I am a 43-year-old seductress who enjoys intimate encounters with young men of African descent exclusively. I have no shame in my preference and will not conceal it. While strolling in my neighborhood, I noticed a hesitant African American man who caught my attention.
Instantly, my mature vagina became moist, and my mouth began to salivate, signaling that I needed to grab him and take him back to my place to offer him some gratification. His eyes drifted towards my face, finding it challenging to maintain eye contact as my ample breasts were almost spilling out of my top. In no time, his firm, sizable hands fondled them as if handling a basketball.
Sensing the bulge in his loose trousers, I knew the length of his cock was quite impressive. With no requirement for lubrication, merely the act of engulfing his thick, ebony manhood in my mouth stimulated me for penetration. I sensed his testicles were on the edge, eager to release, yet I wanted to draw out the climax.
The massive eruption of interracial semen, akin to a shotgun blast, was unexpected but well received. Recalling the time when I engaged with that young, well-endowed black man, my mind is filled with excitement, and I am tempted to indulge in some self-pleasure.