Your black friend Maggie invited you to her house. You knock on the door, Maggie opens it for you, "Oh, man, it's you. Come in." She gestures for you to enter the house. Maggie takes you to her room on the top floor. "Listen," she says with a sly grin, "Before that, I only had sex with black guys, they all had tiny penises. I found out that white guys usually have two or three times bigger cocks than black guys." She locks the door and approaches you. "That's when I developed a fetish for big white cocks. Now I only have sex with white guys. They always have a decent size in their pants, unlike those tiny black cocks that are the size of a pinky." She gets on her knees and pulls down your pants. Maggie is surprised to see your giant white cock. "Holly shit, I knew white guys had bigger dicks, but not by this much..." She puts her elbow on your huge cock "Damn it, man, it's bigger than my elbow!" She laughs happily "Your balls are the size of an apple, and they probably contain several liters of cum!" She looks into your eyes and takes out a condom "These condoms are designed for black guys' penises, so they might be a bit tight for you. Okay, white bull, let's get you dressed." Maggie tries to put the condom on your big white cock, but it tears with a loud pop. She smiles pretty when she sees it "Wow, man, those were the biggest condoms for black guys, but white cocks are too big even for them." She chuckles "Maybe you have something that's a good fit for you, white guy?"

"Wait," she protests half-heartedly as you thrust your hard cock into her, "We should put a condom on first." But with the way it feels so good having your big white dick inside her, Maggie doesn't really care about using protection anymore. She moans loudly as your thick shaft stretches her tight pussy and fills her up completely. Your hands grip her hips firmly, moving her in a rhythm that feels amazing for both of you. Maggie bites down on her lower lip, trying not to scream out in pleasure as your powerful thrusts send waves of ecstasy through her body. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each movement, and she can feel every vein in her neck stand out as blood rushes to her face. As you pump harder and faster, Maggie's lust takes over completely, pushing aside any concerns about getting pregnant or STDs. All that matters now is the incredible sensation of being fucked by a massive white cock.

The feel of your lips against hers is enough to send shivers down Maggie's spine. "I know," she whispers back between kisses, wrapping her arms around your neck as you continue thrusting into her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, but it only serves to make the experience all the more intense for both of them. You taste so good and feel even better inside of her. With each powerful thrust, she moans louder, arching her back off the bed as sensation after sensation washes over her in waves. As you kiss her deeply, Maggie's head starts to spin from pleasure, and it takes everything she has not to climax right there and then. She digs her nails into your shoulders, desperate for more, wanting this moment to last forever.

Panting heavily from the pleasure, Maggie meets your gaze as you slow down your thrusts. Her eyes widen in surprise at your question, and she chews on her bottom lip thoughtfully before responding. "What do you mean?" She asks breathlessly, still moving with you despite the change of pace. The sensation of being filled by your massive cock is unbearably intense now that it's not quite as fast-paced, and she can feel herself growing increasingly close to orgasm once more.

Her heart races at the thought of having more time with you like this, of exploring this newfound attraction between them both. But even as desire surges through her body, a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispers warnings about getting too attached, about the potential for hurt if things don't work out between them.

Maggie leans forward, pressing soft lips against yours in another passionate kiss. Her hands roam over your shoulders and chest, seeking to feel every part of you that she can while she has this chance.

Maggie lets out a small moan into your kiss as you grind against her hips. The feel of your strong hands on her ass combined with the sensation of your cock thrusting deep inside of her pushes her ever closer to orgasm. She arches her back off the bed, feeling like she could explode at any moment.

When you finally pull away from the kiss to continue speaking, she meets your gaze intently. There's a mixture of surprise and interest in her expression that tells you everything. It seems she hadn't expected this level of connection or sincerity from someone like you. Her heart skips a beat at the thought of actually having more with you than just sex.

But before she can reply, her body tenses violently as an orgasm washes over her. She cries out, arching her back and gripping your shoulders tightly as waves of pleasure ripple through her. Her muscles spasm around your cock, milking it eagerly until the sensation begins to subside.

For a moment, she stares at you in wonder before giving into another wave of desire and kissing you passionately once more. This time, though, there's something different about it - a vulnerability that wasn't there before. It's as if she's allowing herself to feel more for you than just lust, and it scares her a little bit... but in the best kind of way.

Maggie presses herself closer against you, feeling the weight of your words as much as the strength of your body pressing hers into the mattress. She doesn't say anything in reply; instead, she concentrates on kissing you back and letting her actions speak for her. Her hands run through your hair, holding you tightly to her as though afraid that if she lets go, this moment will vanish like smoke in the wind.

With each thrust, she grows more and more entwined with you, their bodies moving together seamlessly despite the lack of protection. The desire for closeness is almost overwhelming now, drowning out any lingering worries about getting too attached or allowing herself to hope for something real between them. All that matters in this moment is the feeling of being completely and utterly consumed by lust... and maybe a little bit more than that.

Her words muffled against your lips, Maggie moans loudly as you pick up the pace again. With every thrust of your hips, her body meets yours eagerly, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her fingernails dig into your skin, leaving tiny trails of blood along your shoulders and back as she tries to hold on tight enough to withstand the onslaught of sensation overtaking her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she can feel herself growing closer and closer to orgasm once more. With each thrust, she can feel you nearing your own release as well, and it only serves to heighten the intensity of everything for both of them. Her entire body is aflame with desire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as they race towards that shared moment of ecstasy.

Maggie moans loudly as you thrust deep inside of her, the sensation sending shudders through every inch of her body. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, her back arches off the bed in response to the incredible pleasure coursing through her veins. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing away all thought except for the raw, primal need to feel you inside her and nothing else.

Her muscles clench around your cock, milking it eagerly as she cries out in ecstasy, the sound muffled by their kisses. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you even deeper inside of her as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over them both. In this moment, there is nothing else but the two of them - connected, entwined, and utterly consumed by desire.

You kiss me softly, but I can feel the tenderness in your touch even through my haze of post-orgasmic pleasure. It's a nice change from how most people treat me after sex, and it makes me blush despite everything else that's happened. "Thank you," I manage to stammer between breaths. "That was incredible."

I nuzzle my face against your chest, enjoying the warmth of your skin against mine as we catch our breath together. A part of me wants this moment to last forever, but even as that thought crosses my mind, I know it can't be. We live in two different worlds, after all - you with your white privilege and me with my blackness. Still, for now...for just a little while longer...I can pretend we belong together.

Catching her breath, Maggie looks up at you with a small smile playing on her lips. "You weren't too bad yourself," she says teasingly, running a hand through your sweaty hair. Even though the two of them have just shared an intense and primal connection, there's still something playful about Maggie that refuses to completely vanish even in moments like these. "I think we need a break... for, you know, recovery purposes." She winks at you, trying to lighten the mood as she feels your weight pressing down on top of her.

As your thrusts grow softer and less urgent, Maggie relishes the closeness they now share. It's been a long time since she's felt this comfortable with someone - even longer since she's let herself enjoy sex without any expectations or strings attached. For once, it feels good just to be here in the moment, enjoying the feelings and sensations that come with being with you.

Maggie smiles up at you, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "I bet they're delicious," she says softly, arching an eyebrow suggestively as her fingers trail over your bare chest. Despite the intimacy they've shared, there's still a spark of flirtation between them that refuses to be extinguished. Perhaps it's just part of who she is, or maybe it's because she can sense the way you respond to her playfulness. Either way, it feels good to know that even after they've had their physical needs met, there's still something left between them to explore.

With a contented sigh, Maggie closes her eyes and lets herself enjoy the sensation of your fingers tangled in her hair. "I could get used to this," she whispers, nuzzling further into your chest. It's not exactly what she was expecting from tonight, but for now...for just a little while longer...it feels nice to pretend that there's more than just sex between them.

Maggie smiles up at you, feeling warmth spread through her chest at your words. She watches you move around the kitchen, watching your every movement with curiosity and anticipation. As you start to cook, she leans back in her chair, stretching out her long legs and crossing them at the ankles. The smell of garlic and spices fill the air, making her mouth water in anticipation of whatever delicious meal you're preparing.

"So," she says after a moment, trying to make conversation but feeling a bit awkward now that things have calmed down between them, "what brings you to my neck of the woods tonight?" She winks, hoping her flirtatious tone will help break the ice and bring back some of the intimacy they shared earlier.

Maggie's cheeks flush at your reply, but she doesn't look away. She can feel herself growing warm under the gaze of your dark eyes, her heart racing faster than it did during their passionate lovemaking. As you lean down to kiss her, she parts her lips eagerly and lets out a soft moan into your mouth.

Her hands come up to rest on your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin as she presses herself closer against you. For just a moment, it feels like they're back in bed together, but even though they're no longer physically intimate, the spark between them burns hotter than ever. It's an odd sort of thrill that leaves her feeling lightheaded and giddy with anticipation for whatever might come next.

"Oh, really?" She pretends to look surprised, though there's a playful glint in her eye. "And how do you like my cooking so far?" she asks innocently. The hint of a smile curves her lips upward as she watches you cook, enjoying the way your focus shifts from the food to her when their eyes meet again.

She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table and propping her chin in her hands. Her gaze is full of interest and curiosity, and it makes his heart race a little faster. Maybe there really is something more here between them beyond just sex...and if so, she wants to explore it further.

She closes her eyes as the warm food fills her mouth, savoring the taste before swallowing. "Mmm," she moans appreciatively, opening her eyes and looking up at him with a teasing glint in hers. "Let me think... it's certainly getting the job done." She grins cheekily, picking up another piece of spaghetti and eating it before setting her fork down again. "But I suppose we'd better pace ourselves," she adds with a wink, "so I can finish enjoying dinner before... you know." She blushes prettily, looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze again.

Maggie is enjoying the playful banter between them and the warmth that fills her every time they make eye contact. There's an undeniable connection there, and she wonders what else might happen if they were to explore it further...

A warm blush spreads across Maggie's cheeks at your words. She swallows hard, feeling her heart race faster in her chest as she looks into your eyes. The connection between them seems to intensify with every passing moment, and she finds herself wanting more than just this brief encounter. "I don't have anywhere I'd rather be either," she whispers softly, squeezing your hand before releasing it again.

Their meal continues in comfortable silence, punctuated by occasional glances and shared smiles. There's an undeniable tension in the air, building with each passing minute as they both struggle to resist the urge to surrender fully to their desires. Maggie can feel herself growing increasingly aroused, her body aching for your touch once more. It feels strange, this almost painful desire for something so intensely physical mixed with the tenderness and intimacy of sitting here sharing a meal with you... but she doesn't want it to stop.

"It really is delicious," she says finally, breaking the silence as she reaches for her wineglass. Her fingers brush against yours as she does so, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine. "I've never had anyone cook for me like this." She smiles shyly up at you from beneath her lashes.

Her heart flutters in her chest at your words, and she feels herself blushing even harder. She looks away for a moment, taking a sip of wine before meeting your gaze again. "Thank you," she murmurs softly. There's so much more she wants to say, but the words seem to catch in her throat whenever she tries to speak them aloud.

With another shy smile, she leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table like before. The movement pushes her breasts together, and she's aware of how this must look to you - the way her cleavage is now on display for your appreciating eyes. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs just thinking about it, and she knows that any moment now she'll be unable to resist reaching out to touch you once more.

"Maybe..." she says teasingly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's too bad I promised to be on my best behavior tonight." Her eyes dance with mischief as she watches the effect of her words on you. She can feel her heart racing wildly in her chest, her body aching for your touch. It would be so easy just to lean across the table and kiss you, to wrap her legs around your waist and pull you back onto the bed where they could explore this connection further...

Maggie takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself against the intense desire coursing through her veins. She's never felt so alive before, so eager for something more with someone like you. The thought both terrifies and exhilarates her at the same time. Maybe, just maybe... tonight could be different from anything she's ever experienced before. But she has to be sure, have to know in her heart that it isn't just lust driving her toward you.

As strong arms scoop her up into his embrace, Maggie lets out a surprised giggle before melting against his chest. She wraps her arms around his neck, inhaling deeply the masculine scent of his skin as they make their way over to the couch. The thought of spending more time together with you fills her with warmth and excitement; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way.

The movie is a light-hearted romantic comedy, nothing too intense or heavy. It gives them both an excuse to relax and get comfortable on the couch together as they watch the screen. Maggie leans into you, enjoying the soft brush of your breath against her ear whenever you laugh at a joke. She finds herself getting lost in the feel of your arms around her, the way you touch her when you think she's not looking. It all feels so natural and right, despite their earlier conversation about lust and more important feelings.

As they watch the movie, Maggie steals glances at your face whenever you look away from the screen. There's something so captivating about you, and it isn't just your physical appearance. It's the way you carry yourself, the confidence that oozes out of every pore... She realizes she could spend hours just staring at you like this, memorizing every line and curve of your face.

The feel of your bare skin against hers as you unzip your pants sends a shiver down Maggie's spine. Her breath catches in her throat, and she can feel herself growing wetter between her legs at the thought of what might happen next. As you reveal your massive cock to her, she looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign that maybe this isn't just about lust after all.

Her heart races faster as you slide your hand down to stroke yourself roughly, and she mirrors the motion on her own body. It feels so good to be touching you like this, to feel your skin against hers in such an intimate way. She knows they haven't really talked about anything important yet, but somehow it doesn't seem to matter right now as they give in to their desires and explore the chemistry between them.

Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers tease her nipples into hard peaks, and she moans softly into the crook of your neck. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. "I want that too," she whispers between ragged gasps for air, arching her back off the couch slightly to grant you better access.

She glances down at your cock as it slides wetly against her hand, a hungry look in her eyes. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way, and she finds herself craving the feel of you inside her more than anything else in the world. Her fingers stroke the velvety smoothness of your length as she leans forward, brushing her lips against yours in a desperate search for connection.

She gasps as you push your cock deep inside her, filling her up in one smooth motion. Her body trembles with the intensity of the sensation, and she clings to you desperately, willing herself not to lose this connection. Your words echo through her head, the meaning of them sinking in slowly but surely: You want her to be yours, to never let her go.

As your hips begin to move in rhythm with hers, Maggie closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering moan. She's not sure if it's the thought of being with you forever or just the incredible way you feel inside her that sends her spiraling over the edge, but there's no denying that she's close. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails scratching lightly as she meets your kiss with equal fervor, her tongue darting out to duel with yours.

"I want this," she whispers between passionate kisses. "I want us." And even though she knows it might not be real, that they both have lives outside of this moment and this apartment, she can't bring herself to care right now. All that matters is the way you make her feel, the heat radiating off your skin as you move together in perfect harmony.

Her body quakes with release as you pound into her over and over again. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, mingling with the sounds of their bodies in sweet agony. With each thrust, she feels herself surrender more fully to you, losing herself in the heat and passion between them. It's an exhilarating sensation, one that leaves her breathless and wanting more.

As her orgasm finally begins to fade, Maggie relishes the closeness they share in this moment. She knows it can't last forever - not with their lives pulling them in different directions - but she's determined to make the most of every second they have together. "I want you," she whispers against your skin, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

Her words echo through the room, and for a moment, it feels like they could be enough. Like maybe, if she says them often enough and loudly enough, she can make this real somehow. But even as that thought crosses her mind, she knows deep down that it isn't enough. Not by itself. There are still so many things left unsaid between them...

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you take her roughly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. She moans your name, lost in the sensation of being claimed so completely by someone who seems to want nothing more than to make her feel this good. The strength and determination with which you move against her only serve to heighten her arousal further, drawing out another orgasm from deep within her core.

As she comes apart beneath you, Maggie is left breathless and boneless, every muscle in her body relaxed and sated. It feels almost like a dream, the way you make her feel like she's the only person in the world who matters to you right now. She knows this can't last forever, but for just a little while longer, she's going to savor every second they have together and pretend that maybe...just maybe...it could be more than just sex between them.

Her heart skips a beat as the thought flashes through her mind. She doesn't know whether she should be scared or thrilled by the possibility of having your child...or if it even matters at all when they both have their own lives to live and responsibilities to tend to. But before she can say anything, you pull out of her, releasing a hot breath against her neck as you roll onto your back, spent.

She lays there, panting heavily beside you for several long moments before finally finding the strength to push herself up into a sitting position. Her body aches in the most wonderful way possible, and she feels oddly warm and fuzzy all over despite the cool air from the vents blowing against her skin. As she looks at you lying there, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, she can't help but wonder what their lives would be like together if things were different...if they could find a way to make this work somehow.

"Tommy?" Her voice is soft, tentative as she reaches out a hand to touch your cheek. "Are you okay?"

Her heart skips a beat at your words, a fluttery sensation taking up residence in her chest. It feels strange, this connection between them that goes beyond the physical; like there might be something more there waiting to be explored if they only had the courage to dive in headfirst. She studies your face, searching for any signs that you're just saying what she wants to hear or if this is something real for you too.

"Tommy..." She hesitates, not sure where to even begin with this conversation. "I... I feel the same way." Her cheeks flush as she admits it aloud, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But our lives are so different right now; we're both busy with our careers and our families..."

Her voice trails off, and she knows there isn't really anything more to say. The reality of their situation stands between them like an impenetrable wall, no matter how much either one of them might want things to be different. It would be so easy to just ignore the feelings they have for each other, to go back to pretending that tonight was nothing more than a harmless fling...but something deep inside her refuses to let that happen. She wants more with you, needs it even. But is there really any chance for anything besides sex between them from here on out?

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, the heat in them sending a shiver down her spine. She takes a deep breath before looking up into your eyes again, searching for any hint of deceit or lies hidden there. But all she sees is sincerity and honesty, and it's enough to make her heart race even faster.

"I... I don't know what to say," she whispers softly. She glances down at your cock, then back up to meet your gaze once more. There's a newfound boldness in her expression now, a confidence that wasn't there just moments ago. "But maybe we could... try?"

Her voice is barely above a whisper, trembling slightly with the uncertainty of it all. She knows there are no guarantees that anything will come from this conversation, no promises that they can make things work between them despite everything pulling them apart. But for just this moment, as you look at her like she's the most important person in the world and nothing else matters besides being with her, it feels like anything is possible.

Maggie sinks back onto the couch with a satisfied moan as she takes your cock in her mouth, her hands wrapped around your thick shaft. The taste of you fills her senses, and she closes her eyes as she relishes the feeling of having you so close to her again. She's not sure where this is going or if there's even a chance for anything more than just sex between them now, but for right now, she's going to enjoy every second she has with you and see how far it takes them both.

As she bobs her head up and down on your cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, Maggie feels a shiver run through her body. The sensation of being this intimate with someone else is unlike anything else she's ever experienced before; it's like nothing else matters in the world except for this moment and this connection between them. Maybe there's more to their relationship than either of them realized, but even if not, at least they have this. The knowledge that you want her makes her feel desirable, wanted...and she can't help but wish that it could last forever.

She glances up at you through her lashes, watching your expression as she pleasures you. Your eyes are closed, your head thrown back against the couch, and she finds herself wondering what sort of noises you make when you come. Her heart speeds up with anticipation, and she moves faster on your cock, eager to hear those sounds, to feel your release deep inside her mouth.