Black top that fits and a bottom that doesn't fit

You guess at your size, and pick a black swimsuit.

You stare at Darrell, holding it up, waiting for him to leave so you can change, but he simply smiles at you and waits patiently.

You sigh, before popping off your shirt and shorts, both filthy with dried cum.

You stand before him naked now, your tight, tiny white frame now fully on display.

You slowly put on the top, tying the back end, before putting on the bottoms. The top fits perfectly, but the bottoms are definitely too tight and barely cover your labia. You stare almost self consciously in the mirror before Darrell clears his throat.

"You look hot," he said, staring at your body, before he walked over and placed his large ebony hand on your firm ass, his finger just barely pressing against the black cloth running between your legs.

"Didn't you get enough of me earlier," you say mildly annoyed, but also impressed with his insatiability.

"Never enough of you sweet thing," he said, as he placed one hand on your back and bent you over the dresser with the bathing suits and another on his zipper, releasing his cock from his pants for a third time today.

His hand removed itself from your pussy, before it was replaced by his ebony appendage. You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into the cloth, pressing into you. You moan loudly, as your soft hand reached around back to pull that black cloth aside.