Ms. Angelina Castro’s Cuban Classroom: A Test In Intimacy

Keisha stood up, her ass was covered in a brown colored fluid, and it was dripping on to my floor. After all this time, I was craving for a rock. But I have better  plans for brandy. Just then the crack started taking it’s effect on rusty. I knew once the crack odor hit the dog, he would start barking,
Lorenz told the dog to stay, and walked towards my living room. Plus I was sick of Keisha, and wanted a new specimen. I’ve picked up, and beat the shit out of prostitutes before. 
It’s a way for me to get rid of my daily frustrations. Lorenz hesitated for a bit, but a quick slap to the face with my chrome 45, and he quickly complied. 
I told keisha to hold the gun in his mouth, and if he moved, to shoot the bastard.   Read 19647 times |
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    Just then a loud screeching scream came howling from my basement. All of a sudden I

Ms. Angelina Castro’s Cuban Classroom: A Test In Intimacy

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