I slammed the door behind us and shoved her against the wall the second we got home. "Tell me again," I growled, yanking her skirt up. "Tell me what that big black cock felt like inside you."
She moaned right away, already wet from the bar talk. Her ex's name was Marcus, and she'd dated him two years before me. "He was thick as my wrist," she said, breath hot in my ear. "Nine inches easy, and he knew how to use every bit. First time he bent me over his couch, I thought he'd split me open."
I shoved two fingers into her pussy and pumped hard. "Keep going."
She rocked on my hand. "He'd fuck me raw for hours. No rubber. Just that fat black head stretching me, then the whole shaft slamming balls-deep. I'd come so hard I'd squirt all over his sheets. He loved it when I screamed his name."
I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my own cock, driving in deep. She was dripping. "Did he cum inside you?"
"Every time," she panted. "He'd pin me down, growl that I was his white slut, and flood my cunt. I'd feel it leaking out for days."
We fucked like animals right there in the hallway. I flipped her around, bent her over the table, and pounded her from behind while she kept describing Marcus's dick. How it curved up and hit her spot every stroke. How he made her suck it clean after he came. How she used to ride him reverse cowgirl so she could watch that black shaft disappear into her pink pussy.
When I was close I pulled out and spun her to face me. "On your knees. Show me how you sucked him."
She dropped fast, took me to the back of her throat, and worked me with both hands while her tongue swirled. I came hard, shooting down her throat while she swallowed every drop and moaned like she was tasting him again.
Later, in bed, she climbed on top and slid down on me slow. "He used to make me beg for it," she whispered, grinding her clit against me. "Said no white boy could ever fuck me like he did."
I grabbed her hips and thrust up. "Prove it. Fuck me like you fucked him."
She went wild, bouncing hard, tits shaking, telling me every filthy detail until we both came again. We kept going until the sun came up, her body slick with sweat, my cock coated in her juices, her voice hoarse from describing every position, every load, every time that old black boyfriend owned her pussy.
By morning she was smiling, legs spread, still leaking. "You liked that story, didn't you?"
I kissed her deep. "We're telling it again tonight."
