I'm not big on racial stereotypes. Neither should my girlfriend be. But if there's one that can be indulged in, it's that black guys are better in the sack. And I dream of a girlfriend who loves them. An ample, shapely pale ass, a body covered in tattoos, black hair, nails, and lips that constrast starkly with her alabaster skin...and maybe a QoS tattoo hidden in there. She loves me, sure; we go out every week, we cherish every moment we get together, we make out and cuddle for hours at a time. But she just can't get enough of our neighbor. His chocolate skin, his chill demeanor, the trap music he likes to play in his apartment, the way he grabs her and makes her his any time she comes over...and the way his thick, veiny cock stretches from her chin to her hairline when he drops his testicles in his mouth. It just isn't the same to her with me, or any other white guy, in her opinion. And I love her for that.