This a celebrity parody; in no way should any inferences or conclusions be drawn about the character's activities or sexual preferences. This a work of FICTION.
Diane had concluded her business and was checking her make-up in the ladies' room mirror of an exclusive Dallas, TX restaurant when the door opened and a striking, elegant-dressed black woman wearing dark sunglasses entered and joined her at the sink. "Love your dress," Diane purred, flashing one of her trademark smiles.
"Do you really?" the woman replied in a low, throaty voice. She turned to face the voluptuously-titted brunette, then leaned forward suddenly and kissed her, hard. Shocked at first, a second or two passed before Diane responded, giving in fully to the sexy lip-lock. Their tongues darted and teased as the mystery woman lifted her hands to cup and knead Diane's heavy, bra-less tiity-jugs, her fingers plucking expertly at her hardening nipples. Without warning, the ebony seductress broke the kiss and spun the surprised Ms Poppos so that she faced the wall, then crowded up behind her, her palms sliding to resume fondling her partner's enormous knockers. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, bitch; what do you think about that?" she whispered, then fastened her lips on Diane's neck and sucked hard, causing the sexy wench to gasp and shudder uncontrollably. Within a few seconds, Diane's flimsy dress lay pooled around her high heels, revealing the lacy black garterbelt and sheer black stockings she wore beneath. "You must have read my mind, sugar," Diane's partner chuckled, as her eyes feasted on Diane's luscious curves. "Spread your legs," the mystery woman commanded, and when Di quickly obeyed, she pushed a two fingers into her wet, seeping gash.
"Please...," Diane whimpered, getting hotter as the invading digits expertly plied her weeping cunt.
"'Please'," her tormenter mocked, working her fingers deeper into Diane's slick tunnel, "Please WHAT, cunt?"