"So, you fucking white cunt, why don't you just give it up and open those legs for me and your wimp husband over there can watch the show!" he aggress...vely ordered as he held her down, his black cock leaking precum. She simply turned her head stubbornly away from him and crossed her legs as if to deny him entrance.With a loud laugh he pulled her legs apart and put the tip of his cock at the entrance of her tight white pussy. "Be prepared to be deflowered, bitch!"Susan's screams were muffled by. I was naked, but he wasn't invading my privacy. Oh and the compliments. I'm glowing because a guy who sees movie stars naked was telling me how great my tits look and how tight my ass is and how toned my belly and the line of my back is perfect and while short, my legs are perfectly proportioned. Even my friggin knees are nice. Do you have any clue how that makes a woman feel. This part was my gift. When I wear it, that's yours. I really need to thank Nikki."How? She has everything." She's. His hard brown skin shined under the light from the bedside lamp. She could see his shoulder biceps fletch as he came near her. ‘Boy, he is one of those rough ramming types…’ She thought. He looked like a mini-Arnold Schwarzenegger to her, with his body all toned up. With force he pulled off her shirt from her shoulders and then letting a finger inside her skirt, snapped the button open. Her skirt fell at her feet, leaving her wearing only her panties. She thought he would pull down her. It indeed was stuffed with bills—and of large denominations too. ‘Sugar, you aren’t still going to drive up to . . .?’ Stella cried out as Nadine pushed past her to the top step outside the trailer door. ‘No, no. I’m goin’ shoppin’ anyplace I can find open and then I’m going home to my daughter.’ Nadine wavered at the door, only vaguely aware of the snowflakes melting on the shoulders of her thin blouse. She was forgetting something. What was it? She looked back into the living room and saw the.