Hậu Giang Girl Shares Intimate Self-portraits

“Woah, why are we heading back there.” I said. It was my only way of getting fucked. His voice reminding me of my rapist. Those feelings escalated to the point where I convinced myself I need it, or I will slowly fall into a nothingless pit of emotion, and dread. I was too focused on getting the hell out of there I barley recognized his voice and didn’t feel a bit of intimidation that I would’ve most likely felt if I wasn’t scared out of my mind. “Before we do this shit, may I remind you I ain’t no faggot and this shit will never happen again. “Woah, why are we heading back there.” I said. Not bothering looking back. His eyes were blank, he was thinking hard. Ready for this black mans cock. The need to feel the enourmous girth and length of a big black cock inside me. The car jumped and jolted as the van drove deeper into the barren woods, where surley no one is going to find us.