Dark tones

Dark cuts splashed across the walls while Annie walks in—tan skin, light smile, zero interest in boxes that say “race” or “shade.” She spots a thick black cock and all bets off. Size rules, colors tag along for the ride. She grins like she already won, drops to her knees without fanfare, wraps those lips around the head and shows what matters. The shaft disappears and reappears, glistening, stretching her small mouth wide while her hips rock hungry for whatever follows. Moans slip past the stretch. Her hand can’t reach all the way around it, but she keeps working, tongue flattening under each vein, spit dripping down his balls and her chin. She grins again, eyes sparkling fuck-me interest. “Now this,” she thinks, “is the whole damn party.”