Kahlil wanted to do nothing more than exactly as he directed.  Her nostrils flared as she sat up a little, her face drawing nearer to the throbbing head.  His musk filled her nostrils, excited her, encouraged her, and she pressed her cheek against the silky skin, reveling in the feel of it against her own.  Almost purring with arousal, she proceeded to rub her face over the head of his cock, the sight of black skin against white serving as quite the visual enticer.  She didn't even care what might be leaking from his cock, and her cheeks became sticky.<br/><br/>Finally, her lips rested upon the tip, applying light pressure as she gripped and held him in front of her face.  Her eyes raised to look into his face as her mouth opened and she took her first taste of the black meat.  He tasted as good as he smelled, and she seemed to want more and more, lathing his cock from head and down the shaft with her eager tongue.  Fingers reached behind, seeking out the other evidence of his maleness, wanting to know that he had what was necessary to provide her with what she wanted so desperately.