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The cycle of abuse and domestic violence that I sought to depict began long before I was born. As far back as I was told my grandmother Nanny was forever affected by the murder of her father which she witnessed as a young child. Even more heinous was that this crime was committed by relatives w...
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| Updated May 15, 2013
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I had a dream about a woman from my past whom I was finding comfort in. I had strong feelings for her in this dream, was more than just lust. Her skin was caramel, and her hazel eyes were large and bright. Her hips were wide, waist was small with fit abs, and her booty was ever so abundant. Every...
Being always generous I warmed her up in the best possible way... I ate her pussy out like she was sweeter than chocolate syrup, a sweetness I could not get enough of. After she first climaxed, pulling my hair and groaning in bliss, eyes wide in surprise, I just kept on going to town down there, ...
Earlier that morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm, I was naked and with my morning wood pressing against her right ass cheek; Cassandra was lying next to me with her back to me, lying in the fetal position, booty out. She turned to me after I slammed my hand on the alarm. She yawned as she...