Her name was Portia. I hadn’t even noticed her until she walked past me, the smell of roses blowing by. When I turned and saw that perfect ghetto booty under those red capri pants, and that flawless coffee-colored skin showing out from that white halter-top blouse, I was done. I walked up to her and invited her back to my house. She knew immediately what I was about, and she shook her beautiful bald head yes, causing my cunt to flood.
I unwrapped her like a gift, enjoying each new patch of that lovely skin. When finally she was bare before me, and I was naked too, I dove between her legs, lapping at that luscious cunt like it was the last thing I would ever have to eat. She tasted as sweet as she smelled, and I was a hungry bitch. Finally, I pulled her close to me and started grinding our pussies together, striving for that orgasm that would just drive us both hard, and boy did I get it.