Salva’s Intense Encounter With Penelope

He’d wanted to be there early to make a good first impression but midtown traffic wasn’t so kind. His throat was sore, his voice weak from having his mouth savagely fucked by both dildos and cocks, all relentless in their efforts to leave his throat and jaw aching. I can’t believe you understand the mind of submissive white men so well.”
She replied by saying, “Are you suggesting that most Black Dommes are stupid and that white men are so incredibly complex so as to render them indecipherable?”
John backtracked, apologizing and trying to clarify. Yet it seems like you’re saying that you’re shocked that I’m not some illiterate welfare queen who can barely form a coherent sentence, that you can’t believe that I’m as intelligent as say . There in the middle of the very public lobby of the Hyatt Regency in New York City, John Anderson, knelt on one knee and kissed the hand of Mother Africa and said, “I’m sorry, please forgive me.” To the average person, it might have looked like he was