She took my hand in hers without looking me in my eye and laid the tips of my fingers on the fabric directly covering her fat African pussy. I could tell without looking, without smelling, without touching that her spot was dripping underneath her clothes. The night was damp.

We were damp. It was hot. We were hot for one another. I couldn't take what she had to offer. I was taken by then and had been for some years but the fire between us had never died. It still burned as fervently as it had the day we had met and fell into bed five minutes later and although our relationship burned out our lust burned higher. I had to have her.

She pulled me to the bed and straddled my waist. My cock reached out for her, constricted by the well constructed Levi denim I was wearing. My favorite jeans for the reason they were able to hide my desire at the most inappropriate of times, these jeans were now the only thing keeping me from that black pussy ass of my past, of my dreams, and were now my worst enemy.

She took her time to undress me. Button by button I was less clothed. Lips against nipples. Teeth pulling buttons, I couldn't take it for very much longer. Miosotis Claribel big black boobs fucked! I finished her task for her, a flurry of buttons, a few of them lost forever. What could I do but chalk it up to a loss? This ebony beauty was mine…she had to be, and I had to satisfy her as she needed me to and my straining member yearned to satisfy her.

Clothes gone. Salty ivory skin against salty ebony skin. Her touch was the seasoning for all of my life's food. Her hairy retro pussy was drenched in our juices and invited me in. I entered her. She gasped. The look in her eyes was priceless. Her back was arched, her stomach was taut, and her breasts were on alert as she slid down my shaft and onto my hips to do her business.

She worked it as only the real ebony queens do, hips bouncing as she rode, breasts jiggling and bouncing as if trying to escape an invisible jail. Her sweetness slid down her hole and onto my shaft, down my body and onto the bed. Made a mental note to clean those sheets later. Just as I start to near my climax, her body goes rigid and then…

The phone rings.

"I'll be right there. Tell him Mommy is on his way."

My reality comes soaring in. She's not mine and I'm not hers. She has a mini-her, a child whose time I am taking. I must let her go. My favorite pussy; it's a real-life fantasy in a world of reality.