Ebony Simone West’s Preference For Black Male Partners

We rarely do anymore. Yes!” I shouted over the sound of the water against our clapping bodies. “Ugh, gross! Okay, I’ll go to the payphone,” he said. “It’s alright, Jessie. “Well, Jessie, you know I would, but I can’t. I want to be with you forever,” he delicately spoke to me before lightly bringing his body towards mine in a soft hug. I didn’t waste two seconds before I fell into his arms, kissing him in the cool mountain air. And Mom’s philosophy was the predominate one in our house. He got up and got a couple of towels from the back. I didn’t care if it was a Fiat. Any more blood and she would have died from blood-loss,” he continued. I can feel him going in farther until he reached my hymen. We knew we wouldn’t have been able to pull it off. I would follow him to the gates of Hell if he asked me to.