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Ester Paigee
I went adrift along the Black Cock Ship about 27 years ago, and faced myself-realizing I am just a completely proud and filthy whore whenever a beautiful black cock is within my Uteran walls that all the faking and bs disappear.
"Save feelings" that cost a great deal of pain and confusion melt into a catachysm of a Maze until a forest of Sensual and sexual rapture-I should be enjoying Great Company "B" company of the BlackCarnal Kind-Maybe a bull that knows how to grab a cuck by his reins and does not a damn thing-till he is made to lick the Jism clean the white Hot wife and Black King and then he will be seeing-that this pussy is not his at all- anymore.
.I know he will be ok with that-as I have had to come to wonderful realities of my own-Now I will search through my drawer- and pull out an outfit to fit a ******* I hope to meet.To learn-to love. Dreams do come true.
I will not dream my life away anymore. There are to many wonderful things to explore. And a Black Man and his rod of correction will make me arrive with a fork and a knife
Inhaling the dainties set before me.Sexuality-The unique Art of Love Making-is a universal search in the Galactic part of individuality. A magnanimous part of ones own Central identity.. I Explore both . A Journey Through the Black Man-into the InsatianablyHot and needy white woman. And the sacrifices of the Unconditionally Loving Cuchold
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