8 years
x
416 Views

i am a 50+ year old white man and i CRAVE young N***** girls! i love the way they look, how they act, how they dress and the way they talk. i have had s** with a few N***** women in my life, but i want a sweet, YOUNG little N***** GIRL! i wanna lick her from head to toe, paying specail attention to her little T******, her SMOOTH WET C*** and that SWEET TIGHT A******!! and then i wanna F*** her. i wanna F*** her mouth, her p**** AND her a**. and when the time comes…. i wanna C** inside of her. i wanna do this as many times as it takes to knock her up. i want her to have a lil NIGLET. preferably a girl so that when she gets old enough, i can continue the cycle. i cant help it… I LOVE N***** P****!!!

New Confession

Related Confessions

When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.