I’m Arja —good girl energy, knees on the carpet, craving thick African cock in my throat and the kind of praise that makes me melt. I keep stalking flights to Ghana because I want a Ghanaian man’s BBC inside me, rough hands on my hips while I moan and ask for more. I don’t want to lead; I want to be held down, told what to do, and used until I’m shaking and ruined. (Also, i love to send pictures to my white-ex-husband and white-Dad, of BBC's i have been looking.)