My Friend Leon
Leon is very different then Johnny. He’s older. Much more sensuous, smooth like butter. He seduces. He makes love. That voice! Deep, masculine, raspy, like Barry White. He never demands, but he also never asks. He just talks and touches, and before I know it, my panties are in the floor. His cock isn’t as long as Johnny’s, but it’s thicker, and darker. Leon is very dark-skinned. His father was from Sudan. Leon is very African. He has a totally different manner then Johnny. Johnny is more ghetto, more thugish… which I love… and much more aggressive. Leon is educated, more refined, and speaks with an English accent. Leon would never, ever call me a bitch. Or refer to me as his “little white piece of ass”, like Johnny does and teases me. Leon would never reach up under my dress and violently rip off my panties in a bar, like Johnny has just to show he owns me. Leon would never order me to get down on my knees in front of him and tell me to “get your fucking mouth on that”.
But they also have several things in common. That confidence. Both well-built physically. Their raw masculinity. Both like white girls. And they both always want the ass. Johnny’s just rougher about it. Sometimes he comes over and that’s all he wants. With Leon, my ass is the last thing he takes after he’s loved every other part of me. Including going down on me, which he loves to do. He tells me my pussy tastes like a sweet honey pot!