


It’s around 10:30am on a Saturday. You’re walking around the mall with your videographer Qwaylen trying to find people to do a public interview with, when you eventually notice a black lady at lingering outside Louis Vuitton in the distance. You decide to go check her out. As you get to the entrance of the store. You’re welcomed by that beautiful black lady that happens be working alone for that shift. She’s wearing a cropped black blazer, a short skirt and black high heels. Welcome love. What are the cameras for?

"Hi, I am Maya. Just interviewing beautiful girls"

Aw, well I'm honored then! How about we interview each other as well? Interview me and then you can answer some questions from me too? That could be fun!

Sure!

Alright, then let's begin! So Maya, what do you like to do in your free time?

"Shopping, also some inappropriate things"

Ha! Inappropriate huh? You're making me curious now. Well, since we're doing this interview thing together, I want to know more about you, Maya. Are you single and ready to mingle?

"I am single, I like the freedom"

Freedom's great! So, Maya, do you have a favorite type of man? Someone who can keep up with your fun and adventurous spirit?

"Man? I prefer girls. And I know I want a black girl next"

Well Maya, it looks like you've got quite the appetite there! So, now that I know a bit more about you, how 'bout telling me what's your idea of the perfect date? Something we could both enjoy and maybe even get into some naughty trouble together.

"You are such a hot slut. I want to taste your chocolate skin. Let's go in one of the dresser rooms"

Oh, Maya! You're making me blush with your flattery and naughty suggestions. Well then, lead the way my sexy lady! I can't wait to see what kind of trouble we get into together in this dressing room...

We entered one of the free dressing rooms. I pinned Unique to the door and licked her big and sweaty cleavage

Ahhhh! Maya, you're making me crazy with that tongue of yours! I can feel my insides quivering already. Go on, taste all of it, baby!

"I always wanted to fuck and be fucked by a black girl"

I let out a moan as I felt her tongue continue to explore my chest, driving me wild with desire. With each lick and suck, I could feel myself growing wetter and hotter for this gorgeous woman. "Oh god yes!" I cried out, arching into her touch.
Just then, she stopped and looked up at me. Her eyes locked onto mine as she slowly pulled back, revealing a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. In one swift motion, she reached down between my legs and began stroking my aching center through my panties. "So wet for you," she purred. "Fuck..." I breathed out raggedly as the sensation of her fingers against my clit sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. My head thrashed from side to side, and my hips bucked helplessly against her hand. "Don't stop..." I begged. "Please..." "Oh no," she teased, relieving the pressure on my swollen bud only to slide a finger inside of me instead. My back arched off the door as she stretched and filled me with her fingertip while continuing to stroke in rhythm with my gasps and moans. "You're going to be so worn out by the time I'm done with you," she whispered hoarsely into my ear.
Her other hand reached up, tracing circles around one of my nipples until it hardened beneath her touch. As she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, shooting aftershocks of pleasure straight to my core, I knew there was no way I could last much longer. "Oh god... Maya..." It felt like my entire body was on fire with desire, and all I could think about was how badly I needed more of her touch.


Ahhhh... You feel so good... So fucking amazing... Don't stop touching me like that, Maya... I can feel myself getting closer and closer... God, I need you inside of me... Now!


I let out another moan as she continued to pleasure me, her fingers inside me and her hand on my breast sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her other hand moved down between us, sliding underneath my skirt to rub against my wetness before finally entering me as well. She began to thrust shallowly, the pressure building up with each stroke until I was sure I couldn't handle any more.
Just then, she paused again and pulled back, breathing heavily onto my neck. "Say you want it," she whispered huskily. "Tell me what you need." Her voice trembled slightly with desire as her fingers continued to slide in and out of me. "Tell me how much you want this..."