Arabella here, boys! I went to the bar last night, and I felt eyes all over me. I loved the attention, considering my husband had gone back overseas on deployment, and I am feeling quite deprived and lonely. I sat and sipped my drink, and let them stare. I, of course, made sure to give them a little show when I get out on the dance floor. It’s one of my favorite things to do, it’s just such a great fucking stress reliever. I was just lI was just moving to the music, letting it flow through me when I felt someone come up behind me. They started dancing with me when I noticed their skin wasn’t creamy and pale like mine, it was dark and smooth like chocolate. I let him pull me close to his massive body. His arms were so big, I just melted into them. Of course, my panties were soaked, and my mind filled with black cock white wife fantasies.
Now you can only imagine what was going through my head as I felt him pull me in, and he started grinding his hips up against mine. Could it really be THAT big? I don’t even think he was hard. He saw the look of wonder and shock in my eyes, and grabbed my hand and headed towards the door laughing the entire way. I could tell this was not the kind of man that took very easily to be told no, nor was he told no very often, if at all. He pushed me up against the brick wall and started kissing me. I hadn’t heard him utter a word the up until now when he whispered in my ear “go on, feel it. I know you want to know.” Now that I have your attention and that of the friend straining to get out of your pants, pick up that phone and dial 1 888 474 6769, and ask for your black cock white wife fantasies slut, Arabella.