White Boy, Dark Desires

Aaron stretched out his calves, ready to jump off the dock into the when he heard Jacqwiesha's voice.

"You ain't even put on sunscreen this time, white boy," she chided him. "You gonna be burned for sure."

"You're not my mom, Jacqwiesha. It's beautiful. I want to swim."

She stared, bemused at him.

"What if I can give you something else equally beautiful?" she asked him.

***

Jacqwiesha had no illusions about Aaron's manhood. But she could smell the submission on him, the curiosity about the local woman, and that he was a pleaser. He fit the bill for what Jacqwiesha needed.

She laid back on a cushion on her father's boat, fresh in from taking a load of tourists snorkeling. She took off her swimsuit bottoms, pleased that Aaron started on her feet, knelt down, suckling on each toes.

"I always knew you'd please, white boy," Jacqwiesha said. "Every inch of my feet."

Aaron proceeded in a daze, always having deeply desired this. He breathed in her scent, the temptation horribly arousing. But he lingered at her feet, her ankles, her calves, her knees and thighs and ass, licking every inch of her, coating her in a smattering of wet, sloppy kisses before he found her shaven sex, Her strong hands clenched in his hair, and she growled, enjoying her dominant moment, feeding the white boy her sex. His tongue greedily explored her pussy and ass, coaxing several orgasms from the Nubian goddess. Finally, she let him cum on her feet, dismissively teasing his inadequate manhood before making him clean his own seed up. It was everything either one of them had ever hoped for.