She and I had not expected to see Mark at the club that night, but we were glad to see him. As the evening progressed, the beer and vodkas took an increasing toll on my sobriety (and my memory), though I am sure that she left my side only once, for about seven minutes when she ran to the bathroom. Mark had gone to get us one more round, so for that brief period, I was alone. I can’t remember exactly what I was thinking about then, but it wasn’t that important.
Finally alone with this black beauty
The CCTV tape is black and white. No sound, but a small-time and date code in the lower right-hand corner. It is nothing like the HD UK-Flashers voyeur movies I normally wank off to. But still, it is highly arousing what unfolds before me.
It’s not a stormy night, but it is dark. The wall behind the club is light brick. The pavement is wet. The two of them emerge from the darkness. His back is to the wall and she’s facing him.
She’s a busty ebony queen craving for his big cock
The black beauty is kissing him. Right hand, around his head, pulling him into her. Her kisses are urgent, she’s jamming her mouth into his, cradling his head and reaching, stretching herself to reach him. His hands slip underneath her shirt, lifting it, showing just a flash of her bra. Her kisses are deeper and more urgent, her short dark hair swirling as she crosses her hands behind his head. She is a fairly tall and slim black girl, maybe 25, with large big breasts like one of the ebony queens from Afro-Barometro Ebony nudes that I had naughtily masturbated about the other evening.
He’s much busier. His hands slip onto the small of her back and then plunge into her pants, and he feels her ass. He’s not there for long, and his hands, swiftly move back to her front, down, across her stomach and back into her pants, disappearing into the front, seeking to touch her.
Feeling like a private voyeur
The precise moment of his discovery is ascertainable as the horny black babe throws back her head, draws in a breath, and melts back into him. If I was ever to turn lesbian it would be with this semi-nude ebony beauty. We’re only two minutes into the tape. I don’t know how much I can take. I feel like one of the private voyeurs.
He slowly turns to his left, hands reaching forward to cup her breasts, then snaking under her shirt and bra. She pivots, her back against the wall, as he undoes his belt. Then she’s reaching under his shirt, into his pants and she pulls out his cock, stroking it softly. She then pulls him toward her, kissing him furiously, pulling up her shirt so that her belly is exposed and she’s rubbing her self up and down on him, then she’s kissing him again. The camera zooms out.
Three minutes. Her motor’s running and he’s got the only key she needs (or wants).
Zoom back in. He moves back from her, and now she’s untying or unbuckling her belt, struggling with her button at the top of her pants. At the top of the screen, there is a brief flash of her smile. She fumbles with a button, touches the top of her zipper, then moves her hands up to her shirt, pulls it back down over her midriff, and reaches up for the back of his head. Her wet mouth leaves his mouth, and she whispers in his ear and then goes back to making out.
Her ebony pussy is begging for his cock
First, her pants fall off her hips, and her hips are bare. Then her underwear is down and stretched between her legs. Then his left hand jumps to her pussy, stroking, petting, and pulling. His palm up, his fingers curling into her pussy, come hithering her into coming. His thumb on her thigh as she bucks toward him, her ass pushing her pussy forward for him. He moves away for a moment and she pulls him back, desperately.
Four minutes. Only four minutes and it looks to be his pussy now. She has given it to him, unconditionally and irrevocably.
His cock peeks out from under his shirt. Poking her belly, she glances down lustfully. Her pants and panties have slipped below her knees. She staggers forward, he frog-marches her up against the wall. She turns, presents herself to him, bends forward, and reaches out toward the wall. He’s adjusting himself, plunging into her. Her rounded upturned ass is beautiful, and he bathes his cock in its fleshy whiteness. He’s thrusting, steadily, she’s bouncing back against him. Her palms, on the bricks, form into fists as pistons into her, her eyes upturned, calling out to him, mouthing the same word over and over.
Black babe fucked hard in the alleyway
Six minutes. She’s calling out to him and while I cannot determine all of it, the words “more”, “Mark”, “fuck” and “me” are quite clear. I am going to make a full report to Ebony Sex Reviews. I had never really considered black babes in a sexual way before but I have certainly been turned thoroughly.
He’s pumping into her now, and then he thrusts once, twice, and lurches into her as he comes. Her expression is a mask of pure pleasure, her eyes white in the camera. He’s pulling up his pants, she pulls up her panties, wiggles into them, adjusts them in her crotch, and then pulls up her pants and wiggles into them. She turns and kisses him one last time, and then she darts out of frame, and he follows quickly.
Seven minutes. The alleyway is empty once more.
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