Very dark BBCs

Following this thread! I LOVE very dark men. So much that I might call it a Subfetish. It all started when I visited Paris, France as a baby with my parents. We were driving around the city, there i was sitting in the back seat of our rented car passing a construction site. There was a really dark black man hoisting a heavy load by pulling a rope. He had no shirt on and his muscular back and arms glistened with sweat. He was like black marble and I remember mom staring, then i stared.

Later that day we visited the Eiffel Tower and there were street vendors trying to sell us plastic souvenirs, they were also these very very dark Nigerian men. They were friendly but aggressive with mom and I. Honestly it was a bit scary, but strangely exciting.
 
Following this thread! I LOVE very dark men. So much that I might call it a Subfetish. It all started when I visited Paris, France as a baby with my parents. We were driving around the city, there i was sitting in the back seat of our rented car passing a construction site. There was a really dark black man hoisting a heavy load by pulling a rope. He had no shirt on and his muscular back and arms glistened with sweat. He was like black marble and I remember mom staring, then i stared.

Later that day we visited the Eiffel Tower and there were street vendors trying to sell us plastic souvenirs, they were also these very very dark Nigerian men. They were friendly but aggressive with mom and I. Honestly it was a bit scary, but strangely exciting.
Tnx for posting Samantha. Paris is a great place to find a hot, dark African men, my gf is pressing me to visit Paris this autumn.
 
Following this thread! I LOVE very dark men. So much that I might call it a Subfetish. It all started when I visited Paris, France as a baby with my parents. We were driving around the city, there i was sitting in the back seat of our rented car passing a construction site. There was a really dark black man hoisting a heavy load by pulling a rope. He had no shirt on and his muscular back and arms glistened with sweat. He was like black marble and I remember mom staring, then i stared.

Later that day we visited the Eiffel Tower and there were street vendors trying to sell us plastic souvenirs, they were also these very very dark Nigerian men. They were friendly but aggressive with mom and I. Honestly it was a bit scary, but strangely exciting.
I'm VERY dark samantha. also on the large side. i expect larger than your used to.
 
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