I want the world of sexual hedonism, but I want to love good people, and I want the light of God. I don't want to lose my soul, and I my evil is hidde... within the fold. It is in a place that only God and Satan can see it. God and Satan lead me home. I hate neither of them. I love them both. I am black, but that does not absolve me of guilt. Being black is not my entertainment. My name is Tyrone Quin.My two favorite women are as different to each other as night and day.One is Joan of Arc and the. She closed her eyes and moaning passionately biting her lips, it was a feast to my eyes to look at her passionate face and satisfaction in her eyes. My hard dick was moving up and down in her slippery pussy, she was pushing her hips up and taking my tool deep inside her. Slowly I was riding her hips and she is taking out sounds like ahhhhh….. Her moans were making me crazy and I was going wilder… I locked her mouth with my lips and sucked her saliva, my hands squeezing her soft balls and. They ran into each other over the next month.After showering, Jayce worked up the courage to ask Vinny to grab a coffee down the street from the gym. Vinny agreed.Vinny smiled as he sipped his dark roast. “What’s your deal?”“Huh,” checked Jayce.“I know you like me. I’m not stupid.”“What?”“You act cool. I like that you’re lowkey. But, I see how you look at me.”“Do you think I’m gay or something,” chuckled Jayce.“I’m pretty sure you are. I’m not judging.”“Well…”“I knew it. I wanna fuck that. I scoffed. “You whole life has been a moment of immaturity.” I said coldly. Suddenly all childishness left his face and he yanked me to him pressing our bodies together completely taking me by surprise. With very serious eyes and steady voice he said, “I think we both know how mature I can be.” My stomach dropped and I quickly pulled away. He wasn’t supposed to talk about that. “Leave me alone.” I said breathily. I kept my eyes on the floor, but he didn’t leave. “Stop pretending it never.