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Control me
During the day she hated white people. At night she came beckoning me. She would sneak to my room begging each lick. She would watch loving what she would see.
Drown me in her lust. Cuff me to the bed. Her thick brown thighs grab my face. As she pulled up on my head.
Her feverish throttle. As she moans whiteboy. Her eyes rolling back. The dominance gave her joy.
She would Smack my back with a cane. While she fondled he thickened clit. Spit upon me. The furiously say fuck me bitch.
She would lean on the couch having me lick bothe holes. Her hatred lust. Would cleanse both our souls.
Squeeze her breast you want this honkey. You can't have cracker. You belong to me. Then punch me then cover me in he vaginal lacquer.
When she was done she would smile. God I love you. She'd kiss me gently rub my chest. Gone and saying her hate was true.
Some call it sick. Just let it be. I await for her to return, and take control of me.
Drown me in her lust. Cuff me to the bed. Her thick brown thighs grab my face. As she pulled up on my head.
Her feverish throttle. As she moans whiteboy. Her eyes rolling back. The dominance gave her joy.
She would Smack my back with a cane. While she fondled he thickened clit. Spit upon me. The furiously say fuck me bitch.
She would lean on the couch having me lick bothe holes. Her hatred lust. Would cleanse both our souls.
Squeeze her breast you want this honkey. You can't have cracker. You belong to me. Then punch me then cover me in he vaginal lacquer.
When she was done she would smile. God I love you. She'd kiss me gently rub my chest. Gone and saying her hate was true.
Some call it sick. Just let it be. I await for her to return, and take control of me.
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