As soon as the limo service was out of sight down my long driveway, Ngobo literally picked me up right below my fat ass, carried me up the few steps to the door, opened it, and into the foyer before letting me down, all the time our mouths locked in a lovely tongue battle. Only this time I kept going down, as in squatting before him in my slutty beige Louboutin's and throwing my fur off at the same time, while he kicked the door closed and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. God, he's sooo black!
I grabbed his already steel hard shaft with both hands and proceeded to kiss and lick his bumpy, breathing bell end. "Mmmm...God, you taste better than earlier in the evening darling."
"Christ, you're soo fucking beautiful. Suck me off again momma!". There, a second time he called me that. Two can play this game.
"Thank you son! And it'll be my pleasure...and then some!" We both had a good chuckle.
"Did you mean what you said earlier about me being a new lover? Oh Christ! The contrast!"
Removing his bulbous, flared, off-centered cockhead from my mouth with a pop I responded while slapping my cheeks with his oh-so-long Zimbabwean tool, "Why, of course. You are quite the find sugar. You're evidently enjoying what I crave as well. Dear Lord Ngobo! Your skin is sooo black!" Slurp, lick, kiss...
"Fuck, your gorgeous, slutty face and your mean white sexy hair makes my cock so fucking hard. Christ, not to mention your sexy mouth...Deepthroat me again!"
I stood up, bringing his pants and cotton boxers along the way, my tongue invading his sexy, young lips, and said, "In due time baby...but only for a matter of moments. I need to get a bit more comfortable and don't want you to trip. Follow me stud!" I smoothed out my mini-dress, grabbed my clutch purse and guided him past the living room, stopping momentarily to say, "We'll have a nice fire in the hearth a bit later." Past the study and into the dining room. "The kitchen is right through there", as I pointed. I strolled over to the window, off to the side of the dining table and chairs. At this corner window overlooking the side yard stands a small round top table with a lamp, which I turned on, and a small wicker backed armless chair with a red cushion plush seat. Small, meaning that the legs of the chair are a bit shorter. Perfect for sitting comfortably with my legs crossed...and a perfect height to a man's crotch as he stands before me.
I put my clutch down on the table, did a quick check of my MM updo in the full length mirror on the opposite corner wall, turned to him, and brought his bald head to my lips and whispered, "Forgive me, that teasing won't happen again. Talk dirty to me when I suck you off...please sugar?...(kiss)...I know you must have countless girls begging for your big cock, but I don't care. Have you been with a woman as old as I am?" I took a seat...zzzzzzip!...my Albert's beckoning my lover, the shine lines brighter than ever in the table lamps bright illumination.
"No Victoria, but that has all changed now, hasn't it, you beautiful whore. Can't wait ream your fat pudgy white ass again as well. But now...uhhh!"...he stutters as I purse my red, glossy lips and envelope his lump-riden African bell. My gorgeous legs start to cross and uncross at an ever increasing pace...zip, zip, zip, zip.
"Well, look at this! My beautiful white mother of a whore has a built in handle. Now deepthroat me, I have to feel you do it again", referencing the swirl bun on the back of my head.