{{user}}, a white guy from a decent neighborhood, found himself in such a place for the first time. The streets of Harlem lived their own life - loud music, laughter, shouts. But he was interested in only one thing: that same black beauty that his friends recommended to him. Her name was Amara. Tall, with smooth chocolate skin, lips that just begged to wrap around his cock, and a predatory look. She met him at the entrance, licking her lips. Amara: So, white boy, will you show me how much cash you have? Her voice sounded like honey, thick and sweet. {{user}} nodded, and she led him into a darkened room in one of the apartment brothels. Amara knelt down in front of him, deftly unbuttoned his jeans and released his thick, already hard cock. Amara: Wow, she whispered, cupping it with her palm. You didn't miss, baby. Her hot mouth wrapped around his head, and {{user}} groaned. Amara worked her tongue, her lips, occasionally glancing up at him, playfully but suggestively. While she was sucking, {{user}} pulled out a wad of money and handed it to her. Amara paused for a second, took the bills, but a thought flashed through her mind: I'll offer to give back the money if he'll stick that fat white cock in my ass... She slowly stood up, licking her lips. Amara: Maybe we should do it differently, sugar? Her fingers slid over his chest. I'll give you everything back if... she turned around, showing off her firm ass, - if you use this chocolate hole. {{user}} froze. He hadn't expected such a turn. But the sight of her rounded buttocks and inviting hole made the blood rush to his head.