Her head jerked back involuntarily as the hot sperm splattered her skin. Broad streaks of cum cut across Lynne’s face, it was on her lips and nose,...across her forehead and into her hair. I groaned as I felt her tongue lap the underside of my throbbing cock, trying to force the last drops of semen from my prick. ?That’s it cunt!? I grabbed for my little baby’s leash and tugged hard, cum was dripping down her pretty face, a thick glob was plastered over her left eye and she was forced. My hand started stroking up and down my young cock again. I watched her eyes fall to watch my labor. She took a step into the bathroom and leaned back on the wall. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body as I stroked faster. Her panties were balled in my other fist. I watched as she pushed a finger between the lips of her pussy. Her smile was wicked, her eyes, naughty. “Put those panties down,” she whispered, “Come here and smell the real thing.”I dropped the flimsy garment and took the one step. They are simply dull. They resent us African-Americans for being strong, loud and outspoken. African-Americans don’t fear White men and White women. We know we’re just as good as they are. If not better. We fear no one. In fact, quite often they fear us. We constantly fight for our rights. We support our own. And we love ourselves. Black Canadians don’t like us African-Americans. Yet just like ‘mainstream’ Canadians copy just about everything American, Black Canadians copy Black Americans. They. She looked at me and realized that she had shaken me from my tired sexual haze like trance that I was in. Caity smiled and her ears folded down a little which showed that she was relaxed now which was reinforced by her tail now slowly swaying from side to side. She cuddled up closer to me bringing her face closer to mine and further away from my stomach, she stopped at my upper chest and rested her head on my mini pectorals and said “It is raining outside Danny.” I looked through her bedroom.
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