First taste of chocolate

Babette is all hunger and bones. She wants more than the usual menu can give her. When the black guy meets her gaze, the decision makes itself. She drops to her knees first, lips wrapped around his thick length, taking him deeper each time. Her tongue works under the shaft while spit trails down to her small chest. He pulls her up, bends her forward, and drives straight in. Skin slaps skin. Her slender frame jolts with every thrust. He flips her onto her back, spreads her thin legs wide, and sinks back inside. She moans, fingernails digging into his shoulders. When he’s ready, he pulls out and paints her face with long, heavy ropes. She licks what she can reach, eyes closed, mouth open. Protein delivered.