Jamal was a successful artist with a few collections in well-known galleries around the city. He was smart, funny, handsome as fuck and asked me for my number. We met a month ago at a bar near my house, and I was the first big girl he ever dated. He was wide open and called me every day. Our conversations were always dope and never inappropriate. I truly thought this nigga was a saint. We had gone out on a few dates, and he was feeling me. Jamal was always a perfect gentleman, so I thought that I would invite him over for a home-cooked meal and drinks. Also, I wanted to see what that dick do.
It was early afternoon when Jamal called to confirm our plans.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said with his deep booming voice. “Are you ready for this evening?”
“The question is are you ready?” I teased.
“A beautiful evening with a goddess. You know I’m ready, baby.”
I was making a vegetarian lasagna. I fucked with meat, but Jamal was hella aware of what he put into his body. And it looked like it too. His abs were ripped, his arms were cut up, his skin was magnificent. I lit candles, sprayed my favorite perfume throughout the living room and waited for Jamal’s arrival. I had on my sexiest nightgown. A yellow satin SavageX number. Rihanna makes some fly shit for us big girls. Jamal knocked on the door, and I let him in. He had two dozen red roses and my favorite bottle of wine. Chiraz. That shit is full-bodied like me.
“Hey, gorgeous. You look amazing,” Jamal whispered as he kissed me on the cheek, entered the house and rested the flowers across my arms.
Always a gentleman. But is he a freak?
“Thank you, love. These are gorgeous,” I smiled.
Jamal loved the lasagna. We settled on the couch and listened to music. He stole gazes of my thighs as I sipped my glass of wine.
I asked deviously, “What do you want to get into now?”
My fingers played with the lace on my nightie.
“What did you have in mind?”
Jamal had never made an inappropriate comment to me, and I didn’t want to scare him by being too aggressive. But fuck it. I put my hand down on the bulging print in his shorts. He couldn’t hide that shit at all.
Yes, sir!
He flashed a sexy grin and said, “You know what you doing with that?”
I didn’t say one word. I could show him way better than I could tell him. I got straight to the point. Jamal unbuckled his jeans and unleashed the beast.
That’s a pretty muthafucka.
I was disrespectful. I whipped my tongue back and forth over Jamal’s bulging dick head and jerked him fervently in my mouth. I slurped, sucked and had my way with his monster manhood.
Jamal didn’t know if he was coming or going. His toes curled.
“Ooooh shit, Jalisa! Mmmmm. Damn.”
I didn’t come to play with this nigga. I licked, and tongue kissed his balls as he ran his hands through my hair.
“God damn,” he said. “I didn’t know you had it like this, baby.”
My box was creaming at the thought of him packing in his massive meat into my fat cat.
Jamal wasted no time slipping into my warm, wet cakes. I felt every inch of him as he thrust himself inside me. My cheeks slapping against his thighs seemed to turn him on even more. He was more than capable of handling all of this. I rode him slow and twerked my juicy ass all over his sausage. His stroke was the best stroke indeed.
“Your pussy is so good, Jalisa. It’s just so wet.”
“You do that to me, love. See what you did?”
“Shiiiit,” he sucked his teeth as I rode faster and harder.
Jamal wasn’t ready for the work I was going to put in, and he deserved all of this work, bitch. He flipped me over, pushed my legs back and took in all of this ass. The sight of my big bubble butt made his dick harder. Jamaal took me to pound town, and I was enjoying the ride.
His balls slapping against my clit made me fire off three orgasms back-to-back.
“Yes, Jamaaaaaal. Just like that, baby. Don’t stop,” I said between his strokes.
“I’m coming again, baby. Fuuuuuuuuuuk!”
The creamy cum filling my kitty made me enveloped his sweetmeat. Jamal pumped faster. This muthafucka was an artist indeed. And I certainly appreciated all 10 inches of his thick, black talent. I climbed back on top of him to get me some more. Why waste good dick, right?
“Your pussy is a work of art, Jalisa. I don’t wanna cum.”
“Don’t fight it, love.
“I wanna stay here, Ma. Stop squeezing me. You’re gonna make me cum,” he said as he pulled away from me.
“Take it, nigga,” I moaned. “Take it all.”
“I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming. Fuuuuuuck!”
Jamal’s body tensed up, and he fired off an intense nut. He gripped my ass tightly as I jerked him off.
“Wow, Jalisa,” he signed as he worshipped and kissed my ample body. “You are just perfect.”
“I want you for myself, baby. Be my lady.”
We’ve been together for two years. And I’ve been killing him with the coochie ever since.
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