Have you ever seen one of those nude Africa documentary films? I know that they are meant to be educational and to provide viewers with a better understanding of the African culture. But, for me, watching those nude Africa documentaries is like watching a free porno flick on television.
There is nothing more beautiful than the body of a black woman and, when you watch one of those African documentaries, you get to see every part of the woman’s body. Not only that, those women are completely natural. I mean, you don’t have to ask yourself if those tits are real or not and you know the hair is 100% real. When you hook up with a woman in the UK, you can never be too certain about these things.
The other thing that I like about these documentaries is when they show those women dancing around naked. Dayuuum! Those women can sure dance and, of course, since they are naked, it is a whole lot of fun watching those black tits bounce up and down and seeing those black asses jiggle.
Of course, not all African women are parts of tribes in the sense that most of us think about when watching documentary films. There are some tribes that are a lot more civilized than the ones we see on television. These women are just as beautiful to me, though, because they represent the roots and beauty of black people. The pride in their beautiful faces and their determination to make a better life for themselves is very attractive to me.
I remember the time that I actually got to get together with a woman from Africa. I met her at the beach. She was kind of quiet at first, like she wasn’t sure how to respond to a man in the UK. After she got comfortable with me, however, we started to talk about her life in Africa and we made a real connection. Before I knew it, we were kissing and fondling each other right there on the sand. I asked her if she wanted to go back to my place and she agreed.
Once we got to my place, the kissing and fondling continued. I took it slow and easy with her, but I knew she wanted it. After awhile, she was sitting on my lap and grinding away at me with our clothes still on. I picked her up and continued kissing her as we made our way to my bedroom.
Once to my bedroom, I laid her down on my bed and slowly started undoing her blouse and taking off her pants. By the time I got her clothes all the way off, she was moaning and begging me to fuck her. But, I made her wait a little longer as I kissed her all over her body and took my clothes off.
Finally, I got on top of her and stuck my dick in her black pussy. I started off nice and slowly, but she was so worked up that she had an orgasm almost as soon as I put my cock in her. I kept fucking her nice and slow until she had ridden out her entire orgasm. Then, I worked my way up to a faster speed. Before long, I was pounding away at her and the entire bed was shaking.
We ended up fucking for what seemed like hours. I lost track of the number of orgasms she had, but I know she had plenty. I never saw her again after that one day of fucking, but that is OK. She will always be my African queen.