I kissed his neck and started unbuttoning his dress shirt. Kissing my way down his collar to his taut pecks I pulled his shirt from his pants and removed it from his muscular arms. I continued to lightly kiss my way down. His rippled abs was so soft as I moved past them to his belly button. I fell to my knees and unbuckled his belt. Unzipping his pants they fell to the ground and he stepped out of them, meanwhile removing his socks. I snagged his boxers with two fingers and pulled them down to his ankles and removed them.
I crossed my feet behind me and felt the nylon rub against my toes as I stared as his flaccid penis. I wet my lips and leaned forward and braced my hands on his thighs. I took his entire penis into my mouth and pressed my nose into where his pubic hair would be, but he apparently had shaved that off. I felt him grow in my mouth quickly and I had to move my head backwards. As I pulled back I grabbed it with my left hand and stared at how quickly it became hard. Just then I saw the difference in our skin tone. Him being so dark and my skin being so light. It went against everything I was taught by my parents and school. Good white girls don't date black men. But here I was, on my knees in front of a black man and I couldn't have been more turned on. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time, I got nervous again. I knew I had to pleasure him well; it was my duty as a good white girl.
He looked down as I opened my mouth and sank down on his once more. He must have noticed the difference in our skin color too as he looked at me. He bunched my hair into a ball behind my head with one hand and watched me bob up and down on him. He guided my head at a slow pace going in and out of my mouth. He looked down and saw my ring on my hand, circling his penis.
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