A short time ago in an ass big, bigger than that… ASS WARS! It is a period of black ass shaking and 40oz drinking. Spaceships attacking, but who gives a shit about that when Aryana Starr's huge black ass is too good to just hand over to Dick Bater. Victory will be found as these heroic fighters travel through the stars in order to find peace, 40oz bounce and a whole lot of juicy black pussy!

Its crazy out there on the streets with hoes and business running wild. When the economy is down bitches of all kinds find a way to make that money! After shooting a few of these documentaries I come to realize these pimps know what it takes to run smooth operations and kepp these hoes not only in line but keep that green coming! Take for example these two fine round booty ebony queens of the midnight streets, they got all the best of the goods and know how to treat a brotha right! The shit these bottom dollar honeys do will make any man rich or poor bust a nut all over their luscious bodies!

His cock was hard. I didn't even have to look to be able to tell. I could see it from the way he looked at me. It was in his eyes. My dripping black pussy knew the deal, too, but what of the wife? She was right there. I knew it had to be her. Even from a table across the room I could tell they were married. Both of them looked miserable. Together, but miserable; isn't that how marriage is?

With a nod of his head toward the bathroom, I understand what he needs. I walk carefully. My panties are sticky with anticipation and excitement. He walks carefully, too, with his hard cock making it difficult for him to move naturally. With a quick glance behind him, he pulls me in. Thank goodness for private bathrooms, as stall sex is tricky business. I can't help but wonder what will happen if I sweat out my hair; it will give away the purpose of our bathroom stop, a secret rendezvous.

His kisses are nearly enough to satisfy me. Fervently, passionately, all over every inch of exposed skin. Still, I want more. I want to feel him inside me. I can feel his rod throbbing against his zipper and I work to free it from its denim prison. As if in thanks, it unfurls in my hand showing me just what it is I'm in for. I can't take wait any longer. I turn my back to him and press my face against the tiled wall. Its cold, reminding me of where I really am and that we don't have much time. He presses against me until his member finds its entrance.

One hand on my hip, one hand on my chest holding me up and against him. He has entered and claimed that cave of mine. He says he has a love for ebony pussy, mine especially. No white woman can do what I do, he says. "It just doesn't feel the same."

Read: "Once you go Black, you never go back."

My right nipple rests between his pointer and thumb, stuffed strangely under my blouse. Skirt around my waist, his other hand clutching me as he thrusts. I respond, bucking to satisfy him flesh against flesh. The smack is as satisfying as the act itself and for a few minutes, I am his. The moment is brief; however, as I know I can never really be his. He is already taken.

Liquid heat and he is spent. I am spent. Limp now, he exits me and thanks me by moving the hair from the back of my neck to replace it with a kiss. He has to go. I know he has to go. He's not mine, but my African pussy is his. Back to the wife, china in color, miserable in the confines of marriage. He leaves me behind, his ebony pussy and the object of his affection. Back to our own worlds, to meet another time - Another chance encounter.