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The Ebonhard Secret – Prologue

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**This is the Prologue to a story I’ve been thinking up for a while now. I can assure you this: there will be plenty of hot sex, hungry women, and Relentless black cock. I’ve also got some drama in mind. If you read this and like it, please comment! I want to hear your thoughts. Now read on and enjoy!**THE EBONHARD SECRET Night. Inky darkness seemed to pour in through the windows, broken only by city lights shining from far below and the immense twinkling of the stars above. Quiet steps echoed slowly through the penthouse; a soft padding, the sound of carefully placed bare feet on the wooden flooring. The sounds of passive snoozing leaked from behind the slightly closed bedroom door, evidence of an exhausted and extremely worn out dreamer making use of the room’s enormous California king size bed.She reached upward smoothly with one manicured hand and pulled a few strands of long blond hair back from her face. Reaching the window, she aimed her eyes upward at the stunning night sky momentarily before peering downward at the bright cityscape of Las Vegas below. The city that never sleeps. istanbul travesti Where dreams can come true.. Or collapse around you. The city has it’s risks. She leaned forward onto the window sill, her naked ivory breasts packed tightly between her arms. If cleavage could shine, she’d have been lighting the whole city. The cool air tickled her bare labia, the residual moisture of the past few hours’ activity evaporating lightly off her well-used and mildly sore pussy. Goosebumps rippled across her legs, bringing her a slight shiver. But she kept her composure. She thought back on what had just transpired in the bedroom. It was a weekly ritual for Saturday night… And yet, each experience was utterly unique and special in its own indescribable way. This was the life she led; adventurous, mysterious, ever in motion yet firmly steadfast. Thus was the life she had chosen. Was choosing. Was living. Slowly she turned and retreated back to the master bedroom, where her ward for the night lay sleeping. Reaching out, she brushed open the door with her fingertips, istanbul travesti a slight *creak* sounding as she made her way into the room. She gazed upon the naked figure reclining on her bed. It was so dark that he could barely be seen – his ebony skin blended into the night, making the details of his form difficult to distinguish. But she had spent so many nights with black men that her eyes had learned how to examine their bodies in the darkness. The trick was to identify the soft shadows and contours of their muscles, outlining their outstanding physiques and illuminating the length of their hard black shafts, the girth of their large and healthy nuts. It was a skill, one lovingly acquired over many years of experience. Her eyes moved slowly over the young Bull’s dozing body. The blankets and sheets had been crumpled and sent to the floor in the heat of their passion, now leaving her ebony buck uncovered as he slept. She looked Over his body, hard and muscular. A well defined six pack burst forth from his torso, and stacked arms like pistons istanbul travesti askew at his sides. She remembered the feeling of his solid pecs in her hands as he pounded her missionary style, his long black cock plundering her deepest recesses with reckless abandon and ceaseless male hunger. She looked over his prodigious cock as it lay satisfied over his thigh, flaccid yet still meaty. Light played off it teasingly, revealing every proud black inch of manhood even in the darkness. Black men always stayed a little firm after having multiple orgasms, and this Bull had been no different. Five, she’d counted? Far more than surpassing the required three. His vocalizations had impressed her: he yelled so powerfully during their second orgasm that she wouldn’t be shocked if it had echoed across the city. Not that it bothered her. The thought of filling the whole sky of Vegas with the sounds of hot Interracial sex turned her on immensely. Her lips formed into a satisfied smile as she took a seat on the nearby couch, stretching her naked legs out onto the luxurious cushions and crossing them over each other in a classy manner. Her manicured toes flexed and fidgeted with each other idly. She slowly dragged her nails over her smooth ivory skin, starting from her thigh, over her soft flank and up to her breasts, circling her nipples before returning to their starting point.

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