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Just some drinks at a restaurant, three friends, That's what each of us always pretends: Male (black), couple (white), Like some stock photo site, But that's not how the evening ends. Is there any doubt who Jenn will fuck? The black stud or the obvious cuck? Waitress: "Wow, QOS?" "Oh...

Princess Grows Up I’m in my darkened home office, idly browsing the web. Not worried: concerned. After all, it's past two; she was supposed to be home by midnight. And I know nothing about the party she went to: who she’s with, what she's doing. Or who she's doing it with, I joke to myself...

I think this is the most beautiful interracial sequence I've ever seen.

These are based on some poems I texted to Jenn at work. They are about 50% fantasy and 50% fact. Jenny Making Love 4pm: My Jenny sits, pretty and slight, Her baby-blue eyes shining bright, But a secretive smile, Full of feminine guile, Says she's thinking of black cock, tonight. 7pm: A...