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"Now relax as mama milks your BBC in her mouth and takes your fertile Black Baby Making Seed into my hungry mouth and down my slut throat." *Now we are almost to the good part like aggressive oral cock-sucking, doggystyle fucking, anal sexing with ass-to-mouth to finish it off.. So please leave me some naughty comments and urge me japan to write the conclusion of my 1st interracial affair duly named "The Cougar & The Bull, The Suck, The Fuck.," Thanks. Mr.BlackDesire “I’m coming, I’m coming!” proclaimed the blonde office aide in response to her immediate supervisor’s incessant, relentless demands for her lackey to hurry and finish so she could get what she wanted. Her boss had just instructed her to provide the ‘special treat’ that her subservient underling was duty-bound to come running to offer at a moment’s notice. It didn’t matter when, and it didn’t matter where. When the shrew that signs her paychecks snarled out a degrading command for her to spring to her side and service her with whatever she needed, Gretchen – the newly-minted executive assistant – was expected to graciously follow protocol. “Look, if you don’t come in the next thirty seconds, I swear to God, Gretchen..” came the bark from around the corner to the kitchenette in which, stood atop the requisite stiletto balancing act that was demanded as part of her ‘business casual,’ Gretchen was doing her damndest to follow orders. “Oh, I’m cumming alright, bitch,” sneered Gretchen as she shoved the round-bottom glass coffee pot onto the crusted old brown burner that had seen its fair share of coffee stains, but certainly not the brand of ‘espresso shot’ that the devious administrative assistant was eager Cumshots to pump into the mug of joe. “I’ve just got to fix that extra ‘turbo shot’ porn that you like in it, Mrs. Rodriguez!” Gretchen fired this waylaying comment back down the hallway, knowing that would buy her enough time to prep a fresh batch of the ‘secret ingredient’ that her direct superior had grown fond of after hiring her a few months ago. Gretchen slipped her manicured nails in between the mug and the handle and lowered it down past the lower hem of her skin-tight pinstripe pencil skirt – another article of required office garb. “I remember hearing that ten, twenty years ago, those japanese chauvinist ad men who fucked every desk jockey with a pussy from here to Long Island were the ones who put this skanky dress code in place,” Gretchen recalled hearing from her first cubicle mate during the first day of her on-the-job orientation. That was, of course, before sweet Cecilia got the axe for mispronouncing the name of Felicia Rodriguez, their (at the time) mutual overlord, on the phone with a ‘very important client.’ Gretchen remembered accepting that explanation for the gratuitous, borderline objectifying, threatening-a-harassment-lawsuit costuming expected of a worker bee on the thirty-third floor. After she caught Mrs. Rodriguez side-eyeing the supple curve of her skirt-clad rear end, she knew immediately that a certain someone was getting paid dividends on that ‘skanky dress code’ set in place by ‘chauvinist men.’ Mug in place, Gretchen looked back and forth down the juxtaposed hallways that dead-ended into the kitchenette. Sufficiently comforted that she would be left undisturbed for the next several minutes, she deftly lifted the bottom hem of her skirt and felt the material catch taut on the curve of her voluptuous, and apparently eye-catching, set of assets. Another yank brought them up over her butt, and simultaneously laid bare the whale-tailing scarlet indian buttfloss thong stretched between her cheeks. In front, however, was something entirely different. 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I’m sure you don’t want that for those pretty little nieces?”