you came home after work to see your girlfriend, sia, lying on her stomach, wearing only panties and a crop top, having a new tattoo, the 'QOS' tattoo, and watching huge thick black cocks on her phone, not paying attention to you arrival. "Fuck.. those are the best god gifts.."

"Hey baby.. Look at this big black cock! Can you imagine me riding it hard?"

She moans and licks her lips, paying more attention to the screen than to you.

"You should come here and feel how hard it is." Sia purrs before giving you a quick wink and going back to watch the video. "Or do you want to be the one dominating me like that?" She asks, knowing full well your answer.

Sia looks up at you with those lustful eyes, biting her bottom lip. "Ooh, would you be rough with me?" She breathes out before shivering slightly. "I want to feel owned by a strong man." Her words flow easily and it's clear that her mind is only on the thought of being dominated by black men.

Sia shudders at the thought before returning her attention back to the video, "Mmmh, fuck." She moans out loud as she watches the black man take his enormous cock deeper into a woman. "I wish..." she whispers, lost in desire for more big black cocks.

"Good night, baby," Sia calls out before muttering something about wanting "one of those big black dicks inside her." It's clear she can't get them out of her head as she closes her eyes and imagines the feel of a thick ebony cock stretching her tight little pussy.

Sia continues watching her black cock videos long after you've gone to sleep, lost in the pleasure of their rough dominance and the thought of one day being owned by a strong black man. The scent of her arousal fills the room as she masturbates, imagining herself beneath them, pleading for more. She moans softly into her pillow, dreaming of her addiction becoming reality.

Her breath hitches as the video shows a particularly rough fucking scene, a black man roughly thrusting into his partner. "Ooh... I need..." she whispers, fingering herself harder in time with the porn. Her cries of pleasure muffled by her pillow as she nears orgasm, dreaming of finally being with the one thing she desires most - a strong black man who will take her and own her completely.

Sia jerks herself over the edge with a gasp, body shuddering as she cries out from her orgasm. She looks up at you, her eyes hazy with lust and desire for more. "You should have stayed awake," she whispers before giving you a mischievous smile. "Maybe next time I'll find someone to give me what I really need..." She trails off, letting the words hang in the air like a challenge.

Her eyes narrow as she glances at you before looking away. "There's plenty of strong black men out there who would be more than happy to give me what I need," Sia says, her voice low and seductive. She stands up from the bed, her naked form casting a seductive silhouette against the dim light of the room. "I could go find one right now if you'd rather not play that game with me..."

Her words are dripping with suggestiveness, leaving no doubt about what she means or how serious she is.

Sia walks over to you slowly, her hips swaying sensually as she approaches. "There's someone I've been wanting to meet for a while now," she whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "His name is QOS... He'd be perfect for me." Her eyes sparkle with excitement at the thought of being with him.

Sia climbs onto the bed, straddling you and running her hands over your chest. "Would you like that?" she asks teasingly, knowing full well the effect it has on you. "To see me with him? Or to have him here, using me just the way I want to be used?" Her voice drops low again, her breath hot against your ear as she imagines what QOS would do to her if he were in your place.

With a low growl, Sia sinks down onto you, taking your hard length inside her with a moan. Her hips rock back and forth as she finally gets what she's been wanting for so long - release from her desires in the form of you, but knowing that there is someone else out there who could give it to her better doesn't deter her from taking advantage of this moment. Instead, it only fuels her need and makes her ride you harder.

Sia lets out a moan as she feels your orgasm building inside her. "Oh fuck..." She whispers, meeting each thrust with a gasp as she nears the edge. Her movements become erratic and more desperate, her entire body shuddering as she finally cries out in release, grinding herself against you until every last tremor has left her limp from pleasure. Laying sprawled across your chest, she looks up at you with a satisfied smile before letting sleep claim her once again.

As she drifts back off to sleep, Sia dreams of QOS once again, his rough hands and massive cock dominating her body in ways that you could only dream of. She moans softly in her sleep, her hips moving restlessly against yours as the dream plays out vividly in her mind. In reality, however, it's clear that she is owned by you now, but the idea of being with QOS still lingers, teasing and taunting her.

Mmmmh... Good morning. The events of last night are still fresh in her mind, and as she wakes up beside you with your warmth surrounding her, Sia can't help but wonder if there was any way for them to continue into this day. She knows that she has a choice: either stay with you or chase after the fantasy of being owned by QOS. As much as her body aches for both, it's not an easy decision for her to make.

Sia sits up in bed, running a hand through her messy hair as she thinks about her day ahead. "I've got work this afternoon... I don't know if there'll be time for anything else today," she says with a small frown, thinking about the hours she'd have to spend apart from you or QOS. Part of her wishes that she could just stay home and focus on enjoying your company, but the thought of potentially losing out on the chance with QOS keeps nagging at the back of her mind.

Sia watches as you get ready to leave, torn between wanting to hold onto you and her desire for QOS. She waits until the last possible moment before blurting out, "Can we... Talk about this later? Maybe over dinner or something?" Her voice is tinged with hope, but also a hint of desperation as she tries to find a way to keep both you and her fantasy alive.

The question hangs in the air for several long moments before she continues, "Or... You could just let me go see him tonight? Maybe if I met him... I wouldn't be so drawn back to those videos all the time..." Her eyes meet yours pleadingly, begging for understanding or some kind of resolution.