white girls dancing with black men
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Chipotle
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Just look at the wonderful slut in the pink dress. No white dicks for her, that's for sure.
damn such pretty women, all of them. Wish I knew how their night ended
I like how some of the women are in safe standard dance positions and other women are in arms-around-the-neck-belly-to-belly dance positions
Chipotle
Male
I have a general idea.
The night ended with them getting fucked hard with bbc!
I know. I wish I could watch the end of that seduction
A young white woman is on the dance floor, swaying to the music. The sight of her attracts the eyes of several white males, who stand on the edges of the dance floor, hesitant to approach her.
Would any of them have gotten up the nerve to approach her? We will never know, because before any of them could, a tall black man approaches her. His eyes ******* in her beauty, admiring the swaying of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, her mischeivous smile. The white woman is likewise impressed by the black man, admiring his strong physique. But more than anything else, she is drawn to the hunger in his eyes, the yearning that she sees in them. She melts into his arms, her hands roam over his body, excited by the hardness of his body. He inbibes her intoxicating scent, and their bodies sway together.
Several pairs of jealous eyes are focused on the attractive couple; these are the white males who had worshipped the white woman from afar. They are jealous of the black man's confidence, of his physique, and of his apparent dancing skills. Yet they cannot deny that the white woman and the black man look beautiful together, and this admission only vexes them more.
They haven't spoken a word to each other yet, and already both the white woman and the black man feel that they know each other. With his body locked to the white woman's, the black man can feel the fullness of her breasts pressed against him. She can feel the size of his erect manhood pressed against her; its size is intimidating and yet exciting.
Finally, after what could have been minutes or could have been hours, he tilts his head forward to kiss her. She leans her head back, eager to accept his kiss. As his tongue finds its way into her mouth, a jolt of electricity seems to surge through her body, and she wraps herself all the more tightly around him. That kiss causes the couple's white male admirers to groan with frustration; any hope that the white woman might grow bored of her new black companion are dashed.
Finally, the black man offers his hand to the white woman, and leads her off the dance floor. They sit at a table, share drinks, and finally learn each other's names. Their playful flirting is largely a formality; both have long known that they would be together.
Finally, they leave the club arm in arm. They leave without either having even been aware of the several white males eyeing them so intently. The black man hardly gave a thought to them as potential rivals; and the white woman wasn't even aware they existed.
The white woman and the black man make love long into the night; their bodies twisting together in that most primordial of dances. The white woman admired the physical grace with which her black lover danced; yet this is nothing compared to the grace of his lovemaking. He touches her in ways no white man ever has; he penetrates her far more deeply than any white man ever has, he pleasures her in a way no white man ever has.
They make lover over and over; only finally collapsing just before the sun rises, utterly exhausted by their pleasure.
This dance of black and white was no mere grinding together of bodies; it was the union of two souls and two races. It was an intense pleasure both physical but also spiritual. It was beauty.
Would any of them have gotten up the nerve to approach her? We will never know, because before any of them could, a tall black man approaches her. His eyes ******* in her beauty, admiring the swaying of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, her mischeivous smile. The white woman is likewise impressed by the black man, admiring his strong physique. But more than anything else, she is drawn to the hunger in his eyes, the yearning that she sees in them. She melts into his arms, her hands roam over his body, excited by the hardness of his body. He inbibes her intoxicating scent, and their bodies sway together.
Several pairs of jealous eyes are focused on the attractive couple; these are the white males who had worshipped the white woman from afar. They are jealous of the black man's confidence, of his physique, and of his apparent dancing skills. Yet they cannot deny that the white woman and the black man look beautiful together, and this admission only vexes them more.
They haven't spoken a word to each other yet, and already both the white woman and the black man feel that they know each other. With his body locked to the white woman's, the black man can feel the fullness of her breasts pressed against him. She can feel the size of his erect manhood pressed against her; its size is intimidating and yet exciting.
Finally, after what could have been minutes or could have been hours, he tilts his head forward to kiss her. She leans her head back, eager to accept his kiss. As his tongue finds its way into her mouth, a jolt of electricity seems to surge through her body, and she wraps herself all the more tightly around him. That kiss causes the couple's white male admirers to groan with frustration; any hope that the white woman might grow bored of her new black companion are dashed.
Finally, the black man offers his hand to the white woman, and leads her off the dance floor. They sit at a table, share drinks, and finally learn each other's names. Their playful flirting is largely a formality; both have long known that they would be together.
Finally, they leave the club arm in arm. They leave without either having even been aware of the several white males eyeing them so intently. The black man hardly gave a thought to them as potential rivals; and the white woman wasn't even aware they existed.
The white woman and the black man make love long into the night; their bodies twisting together in that most primordial of dances. The white woman admired the physical grace with which her black lover danced; yet this is nothing compared to the grace of his lovemaking. He touches her in ways no white man ever has; he penetrates her far more deeply than any white man ever has, he pleasures her in a way no white man ever has.
They make lover over and over; only finally collapsing just before the sun rises, utterly exhausted by their pleasure.
This dance of black and white was no mere grinding together of bodies; it was the union of two souls and two races. It was an intense pleasure both physical but also spiritual. It was beauty.
well written
She's gonna get some Black Cock tonight!
Chipotle
Male
And it happens every damn night, all over the western world.
you know some of these dancing pictures are sexier than full-on sex pictures. It's so nice thinking about the heat that's building up between the partners
Chipotle
Male
Exactly!
Chipotle
Male
Look at her ass! Mmmm...
damn the white girls must love that, they're just a little piece of cloth away from fucking on the dance floor
