“Hey Deena, Vin wants to know what I was wearing tonight, should I tell the truth?” Though I couldn’t make out the reply, Kerry was laughing when she came back on the line. Free black porn “I guess not. I love you so much.”
Click. You don’t mind, do you? Those used to be “our” times—shooting pool, throwing darts, dancing till they threw us out and then off to the car and to whatever dark corner, alleyway, or parking lot we could find to strip off our clothes and grind. I can feel the head of your cock slowly pushing into me; I can feel the thick, sweet, spongy softness of your big prick as it cuts me half. You know I like it. “I guess not. My whole wicked heart was hers, and it always would be, but, here it was, now was the time. You knew it all along—even better than I did. “Oh, I didn’t tell you the best thing,” she said, in a barely a whisper,
“they were also a little flared,”
“Flared?” I sat up straighter, imagining the possibilities.
