I am an average girl, kinda pretty, I guess.

You see me in the grocery store, the mall, at school, wherever...but let me tell you what I'm thinking when you see me! You see, I am a woman that loves men, a pretty body and a long thick thingy...but this is what else I love: A pretty girl with a round, juicy booty! This is my fantasy: We met in class and start kickin' it. I liked you right away.

You are a stylish sista with long natural hair, full perky titties and a lush, full, fat, round booty fillin out your jeans and jackin up those fierce minis.

I often wonder if you know I can't help lookin at dat soft place! I love to watch you get up out your seat, cause you know everybody in the room can't do nothin but watch your booty as you slowly make your way to the pencil sharpener! I see that you love the attention, but I'm not sure if I should let you know what's on my mind.

One day you ask me if I'd like to grab some lunch.

Here's my chance! I pretend to be broke and offer you lunch at my house. I hold my breath and you agree. We laugh and joke as we hop in your ride. You forgot the end of the blunt that's in the ashtray and your eyes get wide, but I just laugh and light it. We puff until we are both red-eyed and silly.

Your long brown thighs look so smooth and pretty as you drive.

I'm watchin your skirt ride up as you change gears with open legs. I want to touch those thighs sooooo baaaad!My softness is wet and I'm squirming cause I want to slide my hand up your skirt so damn bad! You give me an odd look as we pull up to my house.

I am nervous and fumbling with the keys and drop them. I bend from the waist to pick them up because you're really close behind me. I pick them up and get the door open, and we step into my kitchen. I feel strange and crowded as we pass through the door into my kitchen. As soon as the door shuts, you grab my hand and rub it up your thigh. I am about to lose my mind! You lay back against the door and spread your thighs for me.

Long leather boots lead up to caramel thighs and the bottom of your frayed denim mini skirt.

I drop to the floor and look up to see your softness sack pouting in the silky prison of your black lace thong undies. MMMMMMMMM! I drop to my knees and toy my way up your thighs, wetting them completely with a fine tracing of saliva as I work my way up. I can smell your hot, wet softness as I inch closer.

I sniff at it like a lil dog. You raise your skirt just so your koochie is peeking out at me. I begin toying the outside of your panties.

I want them soaking wet from both sides, so I toy until you begin to show impatience, and then I gently pull them away from your meaty softness and begin to chew on them until they are a wet, soaking wad. Your thighs are trembling. Finally I hook my tongue over the sopping edge of the elastic and tickle your clean-shaven soft edges a little bit. Then I pull the fabric of your panties real narrow and begin to rub your personal place with them.

It is a pretty picture: Black lace forcing brown soft edges apart, then stretching over your swollen pink personal place...

When they are completely soaked with softness juice, I slide them down between your knees and spread them out so I can toy the crotch. You spread your knees wide apart to offer me your wet, slimy panties. Your softness has been drippin all day, and I amaze you by not only toying the new, wet juices, but by determinedly running my tongue over the dried on stain in the crotch of your panties. This is too much for you and you step out of them! I grab them before they hit the floor, put them to my nose and inhale deeply. mmmmmmmmmmmm! I throw them down and turn my attention back to you. You have turned around and bent over just a little, so that those two glorious globes of soft place are right before my eyes. I love that you have pulled your skirt up just enough for me to see the curve and heft of your round brown booty! I'm going to give it a thorough tongue bath! Your softness is smooth and brown and swollen, hangin low between those lucious thighs. I toy and flick my tongue over your soft place until I see the goose pimples rise. Then I begin to knead each round globe in my hands, so that your pouty, flame colored sensitive place winks open and shut, as if begging for my pointed pink tongue. I oblige, and you gasp as I spread your soft placecheeks apart and toy with feather light strokes over your sensitive place. You haven't had a chance to get cleaned up and I am so glad. Your doo-doo warmth is funky sweet, and I don't mind toying up anything I might find there. You moan as I gently force my tongue deep into your sensitive place. Your knees quiver and I grab you around the waist and force you to the kitchen floor with my tongue buried deep inside your sweet, tight sensitive place.

In and out, in and out I stroke oral love into your bootyhole as I hold you tight around the waist.

Your legs flail in your expensive leather boots as I ravage your soft place, kissing, toying, fingering, tongue-playing until your beautiful brown soft place is humping and quivering and spasming as I toy your sensitive place clean.

I bring my hands down and spread your soft edges to find your throbbing personal place. I make tiny circles with my middle finger as my tongue works in and out of your sensitive place. Your screams can surely be heard by the neighbors, but who the hell cares? You begin to babble and cry as your orgasm builds. A vision of lust and shame mix on your pretty face as a colossal fart issues from your spasming sensitive place to fill the air and my nostrils! I can feel the tension racheting higher and higher as your boot kicks the wall.

You jerk and hump and fart on my tongue for long minutes as my tongue relentlessly pleasures your sensitive place. Finally you gasp and shudder one and softness juice floods over my fingers. You buck and jerk as if electrocuted, hair all over your head, skirt jacked up, legs as wide open as you can get them.

Lovely! And I haven't even toyed your personal place yet. You look at me, red-eyed and completely consumed by lust. "Lick my softness, please, " you urge me. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, then grab you behind the knees to spread your legs. I can hear the sound your softness makes as it opens up to me.

It's all about the personal place, now though. I can see it pulse beneath its little hood, and I reach down and pull it up taut so that it pops free of its protection. Just the tip of my tongue on it at first, and you twitch with anticipation. I want to find the most sensitive spot and then lave it with my tongue until you cry real tears. I flick it, toy it, swirl it and make little circles with my tongue. Your hips jerk involuntarily with each swipe of my talented tongue. I toy your personal place without mercy, and slide a finger up your sensitive place as I do so.

You wrap your boot-clad legs around my head and go for broke as I toy you. You abandon all control and dignity and strain to get my tongue to flick faster, harder, sweeter, until you come again in a gush all over my face. I toy you clean and dry as you drool and tremble on my kitchen floor. I know that you are truly my kinda girl when after it's all over, you pull that skirt down, stand up, get your keys and head back to school without so much as wipin off! All the boys on campus don't know why their thingys get so hard as you pass by in your tight lil mini, but I know there's a bald, freshly eaten softness under that lil skirt that's now desperate for some thingy to finish what I started....