I couldn't help staring.
He moved so easily, so effortlessly, I could almost smell his swagger.
His arms were thick and muscular and I began to fantasize about them wrapping around me, his warm breath on my neck as he kissed me.
The look on his face told me he didn't care about much. I wondered if I could catch his eye? I smiled at him.
He moved closer, like a panther hunting prey and didn't say a word as he approached. He just let his fingers slide down my arm, then he grasped my hand and started to lead me away. To where? I had no idea.
I knew he didn't want to know my name, but he wanted my pussy. He wanted to put his cock in me, hard and dominant, until I whimpered that it hurt.
I was about to be fucked, but he was so hot, I couldn't object. I wanted to be used
by him. He was a guy I could really go for, but he didn't care about me at all. To him, I was just another white girl, but I wasn't concerned about whether he loved me. I just wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted the ride of my life and I knew he was just the man to deliver it.