The pimping game ain't easy, especially with such succulent fine black booty hoes who think they know it all and a pimp who has no tolerance for bitches not having his mother fucking money or his 40oz bounce! When these tricks don't have daddy's shit, they run like hell only to get their sweet black pussy pounded and fucked like true street corner hoes! After that night they made sure they satisfied daddy…

The booty count vampire is on the hunt for booty counting! When he spots 2 fine round big black booty bitches, he starts counting down how many seconds it will take for them to start sucking his cock and draining that cum! Janae and Stacy love banging that fat cock and slapping their huge black asses against those balls! I recall the first time I saw her. Long brown hair, chocolate skin, that china-white grin that would light up a room ; I was sprung.

Her head was down, so it was regarded as a few seconds before I could see that gorgeous face. A firm handshake was a great first impression, letting me know that there might be other muscles in her firm, taut body that harbored such strength. I could only think what she could do with those muscles in her body. A mate of a mate, she left that day and I didn't think I might see her again. Boy was I incorrect.

She called me that night. How did she get my number I wondered? I nicked it from Natasha's phone, she announces. Is that right? I need you, she announces. A short and sweet telephone conversation ; we meet for a drink, in the back of the bar at a kiosk in a secretive corner. Just perfect ; She had a Cosmo, me a Sex on the Beacha personal number one in any sense of the word.

We debated life, ladies, same sex couples and the girl whose home I had met her at. Oh, she is nothing, she claimed re her. A pal of a chum attempted to hook us up. You are the one that has what I want. A bold move from a bold young woman ; we call it a night at the bar, hail a taxi to her place. A long taxi ride, all I am able to think about is my personal dripping black pussy, and how hers will be mine in just some mins.

I envision it the entire ride and get myself worked up unimaginable. And we are there ; Downtown - Manhattan. I should have known. Only high rise luxury would do for such a beautiful young woman. A stylish flat only acceptable comfortable bed would be good for tonight. In a rush of kisses and caresses we fall into the bed. I note a micro suede comforter and make a psychological note to get that out of the way. Easily mussed, dry clean only.

I need to take charge, she does not permit it. Pushy like the men she cannot deal with, she strips me of my street garments, down to nothing apart from a bra and pants straining to contain the juices of my soaked center. She tastes me thru the lace, another bold move on her part, sucking the sweetness thru the minute holes. When that doesn't give her the satisfaction she needs, the last remaining garments are off in a rush and her tongue is battering my clit, driving me insane.

One finger within my black pussy, then 2 ; Make that 3, the ideal size not so deep and not so thick. She double-fucks me till I will not take it anymore. A slow rise up to an ideal climax and She is good ; just about as good as she is lovely. Now it's my turn. Will I be in a position to satisfy her as she has satisfied me? Only time will tell.