Fetish dreams

I catch the black guy sitting by the table and my mind slips. Heat hits me and suddenly I’m in leather, straps biting my skin while his wrists are bound. My fingers drag down his chest. His cock jumps and pushes hard against his fly. I keep teasing, letting the leather creak every time I shift. He tries to hide it but I can smell how much he wants it. I climb over him, spread myself open, and guide that thick black shaft straight into my pussy. I ride him deep, wet and slow, until my cunt clamps and milks every inch. When he finally breaks, he pulls out and paints my face with hot ropes, the sun still blazing overhead.