The Black Guy Looked Like A Horse I Almost Ran To Him

In a dimly lit room, the black guy stood by the window, his muscular frame glistening with sweat. As the woman entered, her heart raced. She closed the distance between them, her fingertips grazing his skin. His eyes met hers and he took her hand, leading her to the bed. The air was thick with anticipation as they undressed each other slowly, their bodies colliding in a tantalizing dance. The woman ran her hands through his hair, feeling the rough texture beneath her fingertips. He groaned softly, his head falling back against the pillow.Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouths. The woman moaned softly, arching her back as he trailed kisses down her neck. He claimed her breast in his mouth, sucking gently as his hand found its way to the curve of her hip, pulling her closer to him.