EXTRACT FOR
Taming the Black Warrior
(Trevon Carter)

Gwen bit her lower lip and continued staring at the Prince.  Every time he moved, she could see his muscles flex.  She wasn't sure if it was the heat from the sun or from within, but she was growing hotter and hotter by the minute.

"Would it be rude of me to try and schedule something soon?"  Gwen asked.

"Quite ah... not patient," Ada replied with a smirk.  "Why so rush?"

"It's just...  After playing around with that wooden... well, you know...  I really want to know what it really feels like.  Ian hasn't been around much at all lately.  He's constantly at these gatherings, coming back late in the afternoon hungover.  And wow... that tribesman that stopped by, he really just got my blood flowing," Gwen blurted.

"Dubu?"  Ada said.

"The what?"

"His name was Dubu.  Do you want to meet with him?"  Ada asked.

"What?  I mean..."  Gwen paused and looked over to the hut that the two had walked out from.  The dark skinned ebony man continued standing in the sun, still at the entrance of the hut.  She felt a tingle as she looked at him, recalling the feeling of his manhood against her ass.

"He is very, very good.  Mandla was chef, he is warrior, powerful," Ada said.  Her eyes widened and she tapped on Gwen's shoulder.  "Good practice," she egged on.

Gwen laughed and shook her head.  "Oh come on.  Really?"

Her eyes remained on the black tribesman.  His skin was like oil, near black, and it shimmered under the bright sunlight.  It reflected off his wide chest as he stood silently staring at the Prince and Ian from a distance.

Gwen gulped and placed her thumb on her chin as she contemplated.  The folds of her sex were growing wet as she thought about it.  Her skin tight spandex shorts clung to her quivering pussy lips as she looked over at Ada.

"You know... maybe I should.  But I am still a tiny bit sore..."  Gwen started.

"Hm...  You may become more ah... sore then.  He is not gentle, he is like beast," Ada replied.

A chill ran up Gwen's spine as she heard Ada's words.  She did want to know what it felt like to be ravaged by a big black tribesman.  Mandla was on the gentler side but she wondered what an aggressive tribesman would do with her.  She sucked in her lips and nodded.

"That'll be okay.  But I'll have to hope that the Prince schedules his meeting with me a bit later then..."  Gwen said.

"I will work to have that done," Ada replied with a devilish grin.  "Now come, let us go talk with Dubu..."  She continued as she grabbed Gwen by the wrist and began walking towards the dark skinned tribesman.