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One of the best things about a black woman is her ass. I’m not talking about the small little flat thing; I’m talking about the big round in your face butt. The kind of ass black women are known for, the big round in your face ass. The kind of ass that swallows a thong up completely.
Black women are known for having an ass that is soft, large and perfect. I want that. That is the ass I’m talking about. I first knew I wanted some black tail when I was at a club. She walked in with this tiny little white dress. She was stunning, her dress stuck to her body so tight you could see every possible curve and crevice. You could see her tiny thong from the outside of her dress. You could see that she wasn’t even wearing a bra.
I instantly knew I wanted her. She was like milk chocolate, and I wanted her. Unfortunately so did everyone else. Like honey she was swarmed with men, buying her drinks and dancing with her. I caught her eyes from across the room. Instantly I knew that she wanted me just as much.
I made my way over to her slowly and began to talk her up. We hit it off really well. She looked over at her friends and gave them her purse. “Let’s dance” she said grabbing my hand and bringing me to the dance floor. I obeyed like a dirty dog. Dancing with her was the most sexual thing I have ever experienced. Her hips shook exotically, her chest jiggled, and her ass bounced. I was hypnotized. It was so welcoming, so beautiful. So mine. I watched her shake her ass up and down imagining all the bad things I was going to do to her later.
I imagined her without her dress, the way she was going to taste. Instantly I started becoming hard. I moved away not wanting to feel embarrassed. She came towards me and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her. Again she started rocking back and forth. She took my hands and ran them through her hair, soft and silky. Slowly she made her way over her neck and shoulder, little beads of sweat and goose bumps. She ran my hands over her tiny bee stings feeling hard underneath the dress. She brought her hands lower down her sides, and across her big ass. Instantly I knew I had to have her. I started grabbing at her dress, trying to get just one feel at that chocolate goodness. She laughed telling me I had to wait.
I asked her to come home with me, and she smiled. I begged her to come home with me and she laughed. I pleaded please, just come home with me. And finally she agreed. We took a cab home and as soon as we opened the door that white dress came off, she took me by the hand up to my room, and I finally got a piece of chocolate.

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