Wanting to taste and savor such divine flavors, Don dipped his tongue deep into her cunt, drawing her juices out. She tasted of vanilla and pretzels, ...aking him eat at her like a starving man. He just couldn't get enough of her sweet liquid. Nipping and sucking her bud, he drew more and more seasoning from her tight walls. Her sweet chimes of desire rang through his ears, exciting him all the more. His shaft had gone ramrod straight, aching for the dish of his feast. Rising up, he planted his. ”“If the potential dates passed the wealth test, whether they were married or single was irrelevant. You would not only date them, you were also very willing to put out for them, from day one.”“And, finally, the investigators determined from their many interviews that you not only put out for your dates, you were a very, very bad girl, as well.”“All of the guys affirmed that, once they got you turned on there wasn’t anything that you wouldn’t do for them. Apparently you are in that category. " And to go further, it might be even more apropos to say that "Sperm is mightier than the sword." In this last sense, the story I'm posting sides with the amazing virility and fecundity of Jamal and his friends African sperm as the "mightier!" To add to that, it's interesting to note that a steady decline in fertility among whites in the west has been going on for quite some time...and so, perhaps all that Africa needs to reassert itself, is more of that fertile sperm they posses in such. "How old are you, kid?" F... f... fourteen." It's time for you to learn." With that, he tore my pajama bottoms along the rear seam, the tattered pieces falling to each side of my ass. I knew what was going to happen without even having to feel his cock pressing me.I looked to my mother for help but she was lying there in a drunken stupor. I screamed, and the guy slapped me hard along both sides of my head. I began to whimper.I read enough porn to know that an ass-fuck is supposed to be.