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Feeling at home
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Some moments later we arrived at Daniel's place. It didn't take long for both of us to get undressed. A few moments later I was down on my fours, feeling Daniel's rock-hard cock pleasurably sliding in and out of my dampy wet pussy.
I'm so glad we had this talk. I so love Daniel's big body, his manly shape, his strong arms, his deep thrusts. I so love the smell of his sweat and balls, the taste of his skin, his cock, his cum.
While he was luxuriously shoving his prick deep into my swollen cunt again and again, I knew exactly that I was little more than just a tool for him to satisfy his needs and finally empty his balls, but at the same time I felt settled, content, happy. I had the feeling that this was exactly what I am meant to be for, it just felt all right. There was nothing comparable in my old life.
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Posted on : Oct 12, 2011
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Commented on Oct 13, 2011
It's perceptive of you to recognise the white woman's place....it's not to replace the black woman at all......you're a tool for us...an enjoyable one certainly and one which can be used in many different ways but a tool nonetheless...the more your farmed the better--but enjoy it..being a slut is your nature...enjoy fucking..it feels right because it is right :-)
look forward my girl
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