Before I met her, I have never considered the idea of enjoying the sight of an ebony creampie. Heck, I never thought I’d ever make out with a black woman, period. And I’m the biggest sucker in the world for wanting her. I mean all my friends think so. After all, they were with me when I saw her at a bar that features exotic dancers and yep, she’s the star of the show.
Technically, I didn’t meet her in that bar first. I met her during one of those social parties that our boss arranged for promotions. Even from afar she was a stand-out, a really sophisticated and young black lady wearing a sexy low cut silk gown showing off the deep cleavage of her ebony boobs. Just when I was getting a hard on looking at her legs peeping through the long slit of her gown, she gives me a smile.
Four hours later and we found ourselves at my apartment enjoying each other’s company. For someone who claims to be only nineteen, she’s really good. As a matter of fact, she’s the best lover I have ever had. She sucked me off like a vacuum cleaner and her pussy clutched my dick so tight I almost had an orgasm in my first few pumps. After I came into her, she stood up to let me view her ebony creampie: her cunt red and open creamed with my sperm and her large, bouncy ebony tits shimmering with sweat. I woke up the next morning to find her gone with no address or telephone number to contact her.
I did see her again and there lies the problem. I picked up my buddies from a real sleazy bar in one of the worst sides of town because they were too drunk to drive home. Imagine my surprise when I saw HER, dancing topless on the stage, her ebony boobs bobbing up and down as she gyrated sexily on high heels and a thong. It was a beautiful sight but at the same time heartbreaking for me.
So now I don’t know. I want to see her again but is it just because of the sex? Guess I’ll never know until I try to meet her again.
