Greet him

She gets nervous as she stands up. This is the first time in a while she has truly been worried about what a guy thinks of her, she mainly worked with white boys, so she would always ignore them and play with her black dildo at home instead. She was hoping that she could live out her fantasy.

“H-hey! I’m daisy! And you are?”

She asks, heart beating throughout her chest as one of the first REAL men she had ever seen in her life stands across from her.

Suddenly she could remember her dream. A black man and her, having primal sex. She could remember the man using her, breeding her and treating her incredibly rough. However; she still enjoyed every moment of it.

“I am mark.”

The man states. She is instantly thrusted back into reality as his deep, booming voice entices her.

“O-Oh! That is a very nice name! Do you maybe want to get a coffee today? It’s okay if you-“

Daisy is cut off before she can finish her sentence.

“Okay. I saw you staring at my ‘manhood’ earlier, so would you rather just come back to my place and get a closer look at it?”