He entered slowly, backed out a little way, and then entered a little deeper.

I tensed; I felt my vagina stretching, slowly accommodating his girth.

The pain I felt was overwhelmed by an incredible sense of fullness.

I couldn’t quite believe that I was accommodating such a big cock.

The sensation of being Soul-Fucked, was overcoming the pain and fear.

Oh Yeahhhh, I was getting into it.

No one had ever moved or touched me that way.

"Unngh…g god! Ahhh slow down, h hur….Ohhh!" I wailed and wailed and was lost in my own wailing,

I did not know what I was screeching about, but I learned what so many white women mean they say you feel "transported".

I could not compare what I felt to the sensuality I have with my white lover. There was no comparison because it was so vastly superior and different.

"I’m going to love fucking you; you’re so nice and tight," he said as he began slowly stroking in and out, thrusting deeper into me than any man ever had before, stimulating all of my vagina with each stroke.

"Do you like being fucked by a real cock?" he challenged.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" I yelled.

"I love your cock!" His cock felt so good.

I couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive.

Euphoria!

Before long, I was lost in another, stronger orgasm.

I rolled my head, arched my back, dipped and rolled my hips as waves of ecstasy coursed through every fiber of my body.

In the middle of my orgasm, he paused, and I felt his hot cum blast into me as I continued gyrating my hips around his thick rod.

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