The boy began to struggle in earnest, but the more he fought the more I forgot I was a woman and felt like some hunter who had just brought down a succulent prey.
How his organ danced in my hand! How if fitted into my heated grasp! The night around became chilly. My eyes bore into him, immobilizing him, as in one of those strange movies where a super-natural object controls the actions of human beings.
"I love you, my little black child. I love your delicious cock as it caresses my hand. I love the feel of your vibrating flesh as it touches me."
His eyes grew wider with fear as I continued to moan these words. Bending closer, I placed my heated lips against his forehead, trying to transfer the passion which was within me.
Then I stood back, and lowered my undergarments. The cool night wind brushed against my naked buttocks and thighs. But those feelings only gave impetus to my passion.
He watched me with astonished eyes, propped up on his elbows, his organ waving in the night, trying to understand the hysterical white woman who had exposed herself before him.
"Lemme go, lemme go," he called out, without moving, as if knowing that every action he would take must be at my command. But I could not let him go. My nipples were vibrating with a profound intensity and the lower part of my body alternated between waves of hot and cold chills.
How his organ danced in my hand! How if fitted into my heated grasp! The night around became chilly. My eyes bore into him, immobilizing him, as in one of those strange movies where a super-natural object controls the actions of human beings.
"I love you, my little black child. I love your delicious cock as it caresses my hand. I love the feel of your vibrating flesh as it touches me."
His eyes grew wider with fear as I continued to moan these words. Bending closer, I placed my heated lips against his forehead, trying to transfer the passion which was within me.
Then I stood back, and lowered my undergarments. The cool night wind brushed against my naked buttocks and thighs. But those feelings only gave impetus to my passion.
He watched me with astonished eyes, propped up on his elbows, his organ waving in the night, trying to understand the hysterical white woman who had exposed herself before him.
"Lemme go, lemme go," he called out, without moving, as if knowing that every action he would take must be at my command. But I could not let him go. My nipples were vibrating with a profound intensity and the lower part of my body alternated between waves of hot and cold chills.