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Black motorist roughly taken by white biker gang.

Smiling, I take your hand and lead you outside. You close your eyes and turn your face toward the sun, relishing the breeze that dances across your skin. Long grass is heavy with dew and you wriggle your toes and enjoy the moisture seeping across the top of your feet.

I drop your hand and turn to face you. I try to look into your eyes, but need to kiss you, so instead I take a deep breath, press my lips to yours and open my mouth a little, forcing your lips apart. Your tongue darts into my mouth, teasing at first, then thrusting more fully, battling with my own tongue, probing smooth teeth as your hands grab my buttocks and start their lingering journey to my hips, waist, spine and shoulders.

You start to push, softly at first, then harder, realising that I won't be taken easily, your thumbs digging into my collar bones. I resist for a while, enjoying the game, enjoying the kiss that still connects us, then we sink slowly as one, shivering a little as our knees press into cool, wet ground.

My hands roam over your body, the feel of your toned arms, your taught, flat stomach and hard, firm nipples exciting me. Blushing a little, I realise that my own nipples are erect, and as they brush against your bare chest I tingle inside and feel a rush of warmth in my loins. You move your hands to my breasts, squeezing them gently, then kneading harder. You stop abruptly, then tweak my hardened nipples, smiling as I arch my back involuntarily, an intense jolt of pleasure, pain and excitement surging to every nerve ending.

Still smiling, you stand and take your stiff dick in your hand, starting to run your palm up and down its shaft. You stand behind me now, and still gently massaging your cock you kneel once more, pushing me onto all fours. Your fingers find my wetness, and as you push them deep inside you revel in the way I writhe, the sound I make as I gasp.

You release your cock and run your hand over my buttocks and hips, sliding them over my stomach then upwards, towards my breasts, now hanging pendulously towards the ground, nipples tickling against fronds of dew-coated grass. One hand works at massaging them, tweaking the nipples playfully at first, then harder, pinching at soft, pale flesh. The other hand, now running with my wetness, works between my legs, gently manipulating my engorged lips, rubbing softly, rhythmically, then harder, harder, harder...

You sense that I am close to orgasm, so move your fingers away, teasing me, running your wet hand through the hot, damp hair that surrounds my sex. I moan, frustrated, excited and desperate for you. You play lazily with your cock again, pulling at my pubic hair, revelling in my frustration, becoming more aroused as I writhe at your touch.

It's as if you know that I can wait no longer and you thrust your fingers into me once more, delighting in my moans of pleasure as you rub your thumb against my swollen nub. You feel a fresh flood of warm liquid against your fingers as you run your fingers over my lips, back and forth, feeling me rock against your hand, urging you on and on until I feel a sudden, explosive crescendo of heat, of electricity and of raw, intense feeling. I cry out, a sound that is both loud and almost primal, then collapse to the ground, grateful of the cool and damp grass beneath.

It takes a minute or two to recover, aftershocks still sparking inside me, the cooling ground making me shiver a little. Slowly I stand, wanting to take control again, wanting to feel you inside me. Now it is my turn to place my hands on your shoulders and force you to the ground, stopping only when you are lying prone on your back. I gaze at your body, admiring the sheen of sweat that covers you. My eyes move to the tight, black curls that frame your erect cock and I stand astride you, lowering myself onto you, easing you into me, clasping your waist with my inner thighs and bending over you.

Our eyes meet.

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