Majestic Black Kishore

THE MAJESTIC BLACK STALLION 

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            I was walking down the street when I spotted a luscious, titanic black man, who’s clothes weren’t very stalwart. He slowly stripped off his lower clothes and his penis immediately erected into a long, hard pole. His grandiose penis looked so succulent and luscious. The weaving veins pulsed with excitement. The gnarled shaft sparked my desire. The giant balls tucked behind the penis swayed in the hot summer breeze. They rocked back and forth. The pattern enticed my eyes and excited my emotions. I pretended to trip so it could grab a hold of that giant meat. I seductively took of my pants and rubbed my body against the warmth of the black man’s body rubbing against me. The man offered no resistance and welcomed the attention to his unloved body. My emotions immediately went to work on the black man’s giant piece of junk. The black man responded by fingering me up my hole and I moaned ecstatically with pleasure. I started to stroke his stuff and he turned around and pushed his lips right into mine. His toungue shoved in and out of my mouth as his hands slowly creeped down the sides of my bodies. He unbuttoned my jeans slowly, and his touch sent a jolt of ecstacy through my body. He lathered up his fingers with Paris Hilton Glistening Lotion and shoved his middle up my hole. I writhed with pleasure. I could feel him inside me, feeling around, poking and prodding around my sensitive areas. He deftly slipped another finger in, and then another, and another, until his full fist was pumping in and out of my body. I was moaning with pleasure as he fisted me full force. He picked me up and laid me across his car and penetrated me with his AIDS grenade. His Zamboni Baloney was so thick, it gave me pleasure i hadn't felt since my last boyfriend. He kept thrusting his biggus dickus in so deep, it was tearing up my insides.

After some time, he gave a deep, tribal howl, and over 20 bantu tribe members came running down the street. The bantus were beating drums and shouting as they surrounded the man and me in a circle. They were yelling and cheering him on as he nailed me in my butt. I found out later that this was all a part of their sacred Bantu mating ritual. They were worshipping the Bantu God of mating, Habuntutokawalabe. Suddenly, the Bantus started chanting and the man kept going faster and faster. The air was a custard of passion and emotions. His giant chunk of black meat kept pushing in and out of me.  The pleasure overloaded my senses as he sped up; going faster and faster. My vision began to fade, as his pole of love drove deeper and deeper. It was more than I could take. Next thing I knew, all I could see was black.