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Blacque Afrikhana
It was just like
chocolate melting
over open fire
in a pot
sweet, decadent, thick
Afrikhana, hot
my dick stressin'
plunged deep
“into the stone”
throbbin' like an earthquake
skin fuckin' tight
down to the bone
plush pussy
so soft and wet
gripping me like
a velvet, red vise
she gives me fever
got mi body all upset
“strummin' my pain with her finger....”
damn, I can't even get the words right
but this Asiatic brother
gonna' grind this
fine exotic brew
all
damn
night
“ all I can manage to push from my lips
Is a stream of absurdities
every word I intended to speak
winds up locked in the circuitry ...”
a freakish
back bending,
hip kissing
torrid hot thrusting
never missing .....
...a beat, the hot splashing of sexual excretions
against the thrashing of sin and sensual heat
no woman no cry
blowin' wild
the wispy, white smoke
of the finest ganja
making us both
so damned high
I never, ever want to cum down....
“My hands perspire and shake like a leaf
Up and down goes my temperature
I summon doctors to get some relief But they tell me there is no cure”
she is my
beautiful, brazen whore
finer than asian silk
and I want more.....
my sweet bitch in heat,
moanin' against my ear
her nastiest of intentions
made perfectly, crystal clear
“Fuck yeaaah daddy
Oooooooo shit !!!
Get it, get it, sexy blacque
Fuck this pussy baby
Make me cum all over this big black dick”
and those hips begin to gyrate and move
…..like
chocolate melting
over open fire
in a pot
sweet, decadent, thick
Afrikhana, hot
( ....allusions to the song, "Automatic" by The Pointer Sisters)
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