I'm ghostwriting the diaries of an African in London. Based on true events. Here is an excerpt from the first chapter:

The Ivorian - Chapter One by Erotica Novella

Barbara was so wet. Her lips opened around my thick head, and I felt the first resistance of her cunt. But only for a moment before breaching her tightness wide open. She slid down, letting out an almighty cry of pain and pleasure that sent the watchers wild. Hooking my arms underneath her thighs, I opened her up and started wrecking her poor pussy. Every single mouth within the crowd dropped to the floor. I knew I could be causing real damage to her insides, but she was losing her mind in ecstasy. I kept giving her more thick inches with every thrust. Suddenly, it felt like she had passed out as she slumped onto me like a dead weight and her arms that were locked around my neck gave way, and she began falling backwards. 

 I caught Barbara by her hair and held her lifeless body outstretched in front of me while still pumping her deep. Nobody twigged that she was unconscious, and I kept banging her for five minutes, knowing she was likely out cold. Then I felt her wake. Her pussy gripped my thick dark dick, and her arms flailed around to grab ahold of something. So I thrust my hand around her neck and fucked her crazily hard, and she started choking with a deep red face. Her eyes were facing in every opposite direction. I kept pumping her for another fifteen minutes straight. 

She was cumming every other minute. Her body shook uncontrollably with each one until her final orgasm, making her screech louder than the pumping music from the warehouses around us.