MarcoFrijns
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"Have you ever seen a black cock?" She asked. He broke his eyes away from the screen and looked at her. She kept staring at the screen while softly running her fingers over his member. She had asked because he was on a page with sex toys and she saw a large black dildo. "I saw a photo of one once, why are their tips pink?" The question would have been odd enough in any bed. But in this bed for sure. They were national socialists. They were surrounded by symbols of racialism.
He laughed. "What other colour would they be? Black?" She stopped running her fingers up and down. "Yes, that would make sense, right?" He put his phone away so she had to look at him. She didn't. She stared at the locked screen instead. "No it would not. Just think about the inside of their mouths. That isn't black either, is it?" She smirked. "But there are black tips, I just remembered!" As she said this, she looked at him. Tension was now readable from his face. Sexual tension. She felt his member swell under her still fingers. "I have seen it. You know, on the internet." He was getting hard. "Don't believe me?" She knew he did believe her. He did not answer. And she knew he knew. But neither would admit watching interracial porn online. Especially not on a regular basis.
No. She wouldn't. It went against everything they believed in. But that is what made it so exciting. That's what made this conversation so exciting. She was wet. The idea of talking to her nationalist boy friend about black cocks had turned her on. "Someones in the mood" she said, as she climbed on top of him. She cradled his legs with hers, placing his now hard shaft against her belly. She pressed it against her with her hand and started tilting her hips rhythmically so her wet lips would brush against it.
She was riding against his hard nazi cock, but not letting him get anywhere near inside. She closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild. She saw a big black cock. Its veins running across its shaft. Its tip was unlike any of a white mans. And it was black. Black like the shaft. Like the dildos they just saw.
He was breathing heavily. He placed his hands on her hips and wanted to push her up so he could bring himself inside. She grabbed his hands, pulled them above his head and leaned in for a deep kiss, refusing his move. While their tongues danced in their mouths, she was imagining sucking a big black cock.
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She got off and started jacking him off. His cock was not small. But it was nothing like the BBC she had seen on the internet. What would it be like? As she imagined this, he came. He was breathing deeply. A black man would have lasted, she thought. He was spent. She felt his cock shrink in her hands. She grabbed a shirt from the hamper and wiped her hand. It was some edgy shirt with runes. No way she was licking that cum up.
He laughed. "What other colour would they be? Black?" She stopped running her fingers up and down. "Yes, that would make sense, right?" He put his phone away so she had to look at him. She didn't. She stared at the locked screen instead. "No it would not. Just think about the inside of their mouths. That isn't black either, is it?" She smirked. "But there are black tips, I just remembered!" As she said this, she looked at him. Tension was now readable from his face. Sexual tension. She felt his member swell under her still fingers. "I have seen it. You know, on the internet." He was getting hard. "Don't believe me?" She knew he did believe her. He did not answer. And she knew he knew. But neither would admit watching interracial porn online. Especially not on a regular basis.
No. She wouldn't. It went against everything they believed in. But that is what made it so exciting. That's what made this conversation so exciting. She was wet. The idea of talking to her nationalist boy friend about black cocks had turned her on. "Someones in the mood" she said, as she climbed on top of him. She cradled his legs with hers, placing his now hard shaft against her belly. She pressed it against her with her hand and started tilting her hips rhythmically so her wet lips would brush against it.
She was riding against his hard nazi cock, but not letting him get anywhere near inside. She closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild. She saw a big black cock. Its veins running across its shaft. Its tip was unlike any of a white mans. And it was black. Black like the shaft. Like the dildos they just saw.
He was breathing heavily. He placed his hands on her hips and wanted to push her up so he could bring himself inside. She grabbed his hands, pulled them above his head and leaned in for a deep kiss, refusing his move. While their tongues danced in their mouths, she was imagining sucking a big black cock.
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She got off and started jacking him off. His cock was not small. But it was nothing like the BBC she had seen on the internet. What would it be like? As she imagined this, he came. He was breathing deeply. A black man would have lasted, she thought. He was spent. She felt his cock shrink in her hands. She grabbed a shirt from the hamper and wiped her hand. It was some edgy shirt with runes. No way she was licking that cum up.
