Wow, what a tall stack of chocolate goodness. Black bussy always has a slightly mustier odor than other races, although not in a bad way. They just use different bath and body products than we do. I would love to fool around with him in a parked car in a bad neighborhood. I'd let him rim me for a little bit until I was nice and hard, then I'd take him right there in the backseat, the smell of blunts, cheap apple whiskey and strawberry lube permeating the air. I wouldn't cum in his hole, though. Black men have the softest lips because they use a lot of salves and lotions. I would make him finish me off with his soft mouth, watching every move and occasionally catching a glimpse of those blindingly white teeth beneath his pillowy, velvety lips. After I'd drenched his face with my seed, we'd share a Newport cigarette. He'd go quiet for a moment, thinking about the guilt of what would happen if any of his homies found out about his secret passions. He would ask me if it'd be okay if we met up in my neighborhood next time, and I'd say yes, but there are certain... rules about wearing clothing at my house. He'd just smile.
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1 CoolBeansBussyBoi 2018-11-22
Wow, what a tall stack of chocolate goodness. Black bussy always has a slightly mustier odor than other races, although not in a bad way. They just use different bath and body products than we do. I would love to fool around with him in a parked car in a bad neighborhood. I'd let him rim me for a little bit until I was nice and hard, then I'd take him right there in the backseat, the smell of blunts, cheap apple whiskey and strawberry lube permeating the air. I wouldn't cum in his hole, though. Black men have the softest lips because they use a lot of salves and lotions. I would make him finish me off with his soft mouth, watching every move and occasionally catching a glimpse of those blindingly white teeth beneath his pillowy, velvety lips. After I'd drenched his face with my seed, we'd share a Newport cigarette. He'd go quiet for a moment, thinking about the guilt of what would happen if any of his homies found out about his secret passions. He would ask me if it'd be okay if we met up in my neighborhood next time, and I'd say yes, but there are certain... rules about wearing clothing at my house. He'd just smile.
1 Re_LE_Vant_UN 2018-11-22
Wack
1 M0dulo7 2018-11-22
Is this really drama tho
1 SeattleFingers 2018-11-22
No but Hannibal's a stud
1 M0dulo7 2018-11-22
Yee