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                  "Ansel… Is this because I'm black? You're not just… curious, are you?"
                  Ansel's hand went to his chest and his eyebrows went sky high. He looked as shocked as Denise's Aunt Trudy that Sunday she found out the Pastor was a secret drinker.
                  "You're black?!?"
                  She smacked his shoulder playfully. His blue eyes were smoldering as the smile faded away. He peeled her robe open in the front and let his fingers skim over the tips of her breasts.
                  But he never took his eyes from hers.
                  "It's because you're you …"
                  She gasped at the sensation of his hands on her bare breasts.
                  "Beautiful… brilliant… a pain in my ass…"
                  She laughed and he lowered his head to her breasts. Her fingers ran through his silky hair as he lavished her breasts with attention, licking, sucking, stroking. Her robe had come all the way open and she could feel his hardness through his jeans pressing against her junction.
                  She was writhing on the bed, wanting more. He seemed to sense it because he shifted back and unbuttoned his worn in jeans. Then he titled his head to the side and looked at her, letting out a low whistle.
                  "Not yet."
                  Then he was between her legs, kissing her there. Denise nearly flew off the bed at the feel of his soft lips against her pussy lips. And his tongue- and his lips- oh!
                  She was peaking before she knew what was happening. Her body arched off the bed, ripples of pleasure shooting through her entire body.
                  "Oh- my- goodness!"
                  She heard Ansel chuckle above her. And then he was on top of her, naked, skin to skin. His over sized erection pressed into her stomach, making her whimper with need. Then he reached down and guided himself inside her.
                 
     
     
     
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                  Ansel eased himself inside her as slowly as possible. The girl was much tighter than anything he'd ever felt before… sweeter too. He grimaced at the exquisite sensation of her silky walls hugging his cock.
                  "Oh my God…"
                  She was making soft whimpering sounds beneath him. She sounded utterly feminine and completely out of control. He was very close to loosing his thin hold on himself. It was the only thing keeping him from plunging himself deep inside her over and over again.
                  But he had to go slow and easy… just this once… at least until she got used to him.
                  Ansel knew he was above average. Most women seemed to appreciate this. But Denise was different. She was already a tiny woman to begin with and she'd told him earlier that she hadn't been with many men. And none for a long time.
                  The fact that she was letting him inside her was an honor and a privilege. And he did not want to mess this up. Just hold on… a little… while… longer...
                  "Unffff…"
                  Inch by inch, he lowered himself into her sheath. Her plump little lips grasped at him as her sugar walls undulated gently. He'd never felt anything so good in his life.
                  Time passed slowly as he started to rock, circling his hips. With each rotation he slid in a bit deeper. And then, just like that, he was inside her.
                  Slowly he began to ride her, using long slow strokes. He could feel her body quivering all around him. He forced himself to go slow, to keep up the heavy, grinding pace. He didn't want it to be over… not ever…
                  "My God Denise… you