An old black man around the corner-2

“Oh, my gosh. I had better not see any more. Especially sitting here with a grown man in his house,” Sandy said. She had just finished her second glass of wine and was feeling tipsy.

“Have you enjoyed the video so far? Let me pour another glass of wine” the black man countered. Sandy did not object.

“Well yes, but it makes me have strange feelings. I can’t explain it but I do know that I should not be watching this,” Sandy replied.

“Do black men usually have a penis that large?” she said embarrassingly quipped.

“Not all, but some are blessed with a large manhood. My father was really a buck,” the old man replied with a chuckle.

Sandy could not believe that she said that. But, she acknowledged to herself that this old man had inherited something large from his father. It was impossible not to observe it.

She felt a bit strange but tipsy from the wine. An excitement again crept into her being alone with a man on his couch. She felt glued to the couch and submissive.

The old black man placed his left arm around her shoulder and his right hand on her knee. Pulling her closer, she could feel the air from his nostrils swirling around her neck. She glanced down at his bulge in his pants. The wine had done it’s job and she was beginning to absorb herself in the moment. Here she was with a very black man with a hard on and embraced in his control. Her panties had become soaked and her young body was shivering for a release.