answering machine
Tisha’s Chocolate Pie Pt. 01
Stepping out of the shower I admired my naked body in the mirror. Creamy brown skin, plump tits, chocolate nips, and a hot-as-hell twat. I turned, wiggling my big black bootie. “Hell, I’m so hot I’d fuck myself!” Then I heard the yard guy yell, “Hello Ms. LaTisha!” Eighteen-year-old Hank was in the backyard, using […]
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Finally We Meet
This isn’t normal, I kept saying to myself. I had repeated the words over and over in my mind the last two hours, on my way to the hotel. But then, nothing about our ‘relationship’ had been normal. We had met, a lonely night a few years back in a chat room. I was staying […]
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