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Anonymous on 11-02-2014 15:29:11

She was right.
She was always right: no matter how much you didn't want her to be. But your mother knew best.
Your body was shaking and you could hear her words echo in your ears: "Bethany, sweetie, I love you, but I know what i'm talking about. Fucking a black man, it.. it becomes and addiction. If I wasn't for the fact that I had known your father since elementary school. Michael.. you know the black guy that designed and built your house, he would probably be your father. But I tried to control him. I was jealous and I wanted him all to myself. I was addicted sweetie.. and the withdrawal from not having that thick, hard black dick inside of me was terrible. So listen to me when I say this. Stay away from Andre: More importantly, that black snake in his pants. If you let him fuck you, I don't know if i'll be able to save you."
Andre's cock slid out of you and while your chest was coated with his cum shots, only one question cam to mind: Who the fuck said you wanted to be saved?

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