The car ride started normally enough, with the usual small talk about travel and the weather, but soon enough, the conversation took a turn when she mentioned how she had a thing for black men, how she'd always been curious but never had the chance to act on it.

I didn’t waste time with small talk. “After that email?” I stepped closer, taking her in, feeling the heat of her body even from a few feet away. “How could I stay away?”

She wasn’t satisfied with just one round. As soon as I finished, she was ready for more, begging me to keep going, to keep filling her up until she couldn’t take anymore. I’d never seen her like this, so desperate, so hungry for it. She needed to be bred, needed it like air, and I was more than happy to oblige.

his hands were already on her, slipping under her dress, fingers finding her wet and ready. Lisa didn’t need to say anything; he knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed.

Jess had a way of moving that made every man's head turn, including mine. Her curves were hypnotic, the kind that seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts were full and perfectly shaped, always drawing my eyes when she wore a low-cut blouse or a snug sweater that highlighted their shape.