“Yes, I understand.”
He crooked a finger at her motioning for her to move closer. “Say it and keep sayin it,” he ordered.
Staring at his c**k, she began, “I’m on my knees to worship my black lover’s c**k. I’m on my knees to worship my black lover’s cock.” As she continued to say the words and concentrate on his p***s, the phrase took on the quality of a mantra. With each repetition she became more aroused and began to have some vague sense that this was where she belonged, kneeling before him, naked, preparing to worship his great c**k, the saliva flowing, wanting to taste him, to take the satiny black head into her mouth, wanting to circle the deep rim with her tongue, wanting to slavishly lick his huge testicles and that sensitive place between them and his ass crack. “I am on my
