Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Bo...y" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse. There had already been drive-by shootings on the streets near Hennepin. "Bo a nice guy but he hard! And I don't mean just his cock. You be careful with him!" Tran advised.I went both to cop some speed, and to pay homage and please him. So I took special care to look as appealing as I could. I wore a tight fitting camisole top which accentuated my slender arms and small and pointed but jiggly school girl breasts. My jeans were the tightest ones I could fit into. Now that I was off campus, I. When he started to pound me hard and slapping my ass, as he emptied his cum into my pussy . before I could thing the next guy had replaced him filling me fast and easy he was slamming his BBC deep in me, jo-jo came over and kissed me saying you love it, you fat white nasty whore take his black nasty cock, she pulled he panties out of my mouth and said go on beg for his black cock ….. I moaned yes fuck me fuck me with all your cocks, fuck me like a white pig…the second guy filled me with his. Then it stops. The hands leave my breasts and I lay there waiting, waiting to see what will happen next. Seems like an eternity goes by. And then I feel it. Lips gently touching my nipple. Parting themselves, taking my nipple into the warmth of it. The wetness. I gasp. Gently it begins to suck on me. Pulling on the nipple lightly. The urge for me to slide my hands between my legs and play is overwhelming. I fight it. Hoping the mouth will visit me there as well.The mouth moves to the other.Read More
