I remember my first black cock. It was substantially longer and thicker than the one in this clip. The sight of it, and feel of it in my hand - both girth and heft - was exciting, but the feel of it entering my mouth was shocking. I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough to where the head and shaft weren’t putting pressure on my lips. The flared head, leaking cum-hole, and swollen veins felt huge and grotesque in my mouth, so that I had to push back and slow down. I tried to relax. After a moment those strange feelings began to feel beautifully wicked! And then I started to work my head up and down, my hands on his testicles and hard thighs. I began to worship, slurping and whimpering on the life-giving Black Phallus. I was hooked, and I have never looked back.