I’m a white slut whore for black cock. I will never want a puny white dick again. I am a slut for black cocks, I am a slut for your big black cocks....I want you to fuck me hard, over and over again. I want to taste your black cum, and you to come all over me and inside me daddy. You own me now daddy, and I will do whatever you want, daddy” The words just rolled off my tongue, like I’d been saying them all my life. And I meant everyone of them. I looked across to Megan who was now on her back. I thought about it, but had to shrug and say, “I don’t know.”Chloe grabbed my hand and planted it on her breast. “Compared to this?”I nodded. “Two. I’d say two, maybe, are as big as you.”Her eyebrows rose and her smile was astounded. “Okay,” she said. “I feel a little bit better.”“Well,” I said with a shrug. “Milena, I don’t think she knows how to hide it.”“Well, around you, I doubt she would want to.”I looked at her.She shrugged. “She is your Fonti. I would be wrong to say she doesn’t like. Cmon coach. Do it! What started as a whisper became a chant. Do it! Do it! The room filled with girls voices as I dipped the head of my cock into her glistening virginity. The rush of forbidden excitement shot up my shaft, up my spine and into my head. The light kiss of her wetness nearly sent me over the edge. A sudden hush, like a wind chasing out the voices, muted the torrent chant as the tip parted her lips and sank into her. Even I was amazed at the sight of my cock making its way into. ‘We love you, sweetie. We’ll help you any way we can. Just ask.’ I started to cry and collapsed into her embrace. Sam’s reassuring hand pressed lightly on my back. When I settled down, Harri said, ‘It’s time for Ashley and me to talk about a ring.’ Sam got the message and left us alone. ‘For a project like this, I like the ring to say something about you, about Jeff and about your relationship. ‘Most people like to pick out their favorite metals, or jewels or symbols, but I feel if you’re going.