In the quiet streets of the city, a woman named Keisha walked home after a long day of work. She was a woman of darker skin, with curves that could make any man’s head turn. Her hips swayed with each step she took, the rhythm of her walk a seductive dance.
As she turned a corner, she noticed a man standing in the shadows. He was tall and muscular, with a hint of danger in his eyes. But there was something about him that drew Keisha in. She approached him slowly, her heart racing with excitement and fear.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“The name’s Marcus,” he replied, his voice deep and rough. “And I’ve been waiting for you.”
Keisha’s heart skipped a beat. She had never done anything like this before, but there was something about Marcus that made her want to take a risk.
They started with a simple kiss, their lips meeting in a passionate dance. Marcus’s hands explored Keisha’s body, his touch setting her skin on fire. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Marcus’s lips trailed down Keisha’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. She moaned with pleasure as he nibbled on her earlobe, her body begging for more.
Marcus’s hands made their way to Keisha’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled her closer. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she knew what was coming next.
But Marcus had other plans. He knelt down in front of Keisha, his eyes never leaving hers. He slowly lifted her skirt, revealing her black lace panties. He could see the wetness seeping through, and he knew she was ready for him.
Marcus gently pulled Keisha’s panties to the side, exposing her wet pussy. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. Keisha moaned with pleasure, her hands gripping Marcus’s shoulders for support.
Marcus licked and sucked on Keisha’s clit, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel it building, the pleasure mounting with each passing second. And when Marcus slid a finger inside of her, she couldn’t hold back any longer.
Keisha came hard, her juices flowing freely onto Marcus’s tongue. He lapped it up, savoring every drop.
But Marcus wasn’t done yet. He stood up, his hard cock pressing against Keisha’s wet pussy. She looked at him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
Marcus didn’t need to be told twice. He entered Keisha slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock. She moaned with pleasure, her hips meeting his with each thrust.
Marcus fucked Keisha hard, their bodies slapping together in the quiet street. She came again and again, each orgasm stronger than the last.
And when Marcus finally came, filling Keisha with his hot cum, they both knew they had found something special.
They parted ways, knowing they would never see each other again. But the memory of their encounter would stay with them forever.
