Yup! They exist. This sexy little mocha meat machine wasn't obnoxiously loud and crackin' gum like grandma ma's knees bending over to pick up the morning paper at 4:30 am. She was as quiet as a church mouse. Even when a dick would cause her tummy to erupt, she did it in a polite and composed manner. Almost like she was embarrassed for messing up our hardwood floors, yet considerate enough to clean them up. That's why we had the mop bucket out. Her soft little quasi-fro was apt at being used as a mop. It was highly absorbent, too, and I applaud her for her tentative use of product. Personally, this is my type of black chick: sexy, lean, quiet, listens, speaks when spoken to, and takes dick down the throat like the good lord intended.