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God, where did he get all that information about me? He scoffed. "You are no innocent white bitch." He leaned closer, making me move my body back again. "You are bad ass." I stared at him. He reached for my neck and wrapped his hand around it again. "And I love badasses. I'm gonna fuck you." I whimpered. He brought me closer and leaned close to my ear. "Ever had a black cock before?" I froze. He nodded. "I bet not. You finna get one. Say goodbye to them fucking pink dicks, shorty. Cause black has come to stay."

The women in the room leaned into each other, their eyes glued to the sharp lines of his charcoal suit and the way his muscles moved beneath the fabric. “Oh, goodness! Is that Zaydeen? Zaydeen Black of the Blackthorn family?” one woman whispered, her voice trembling. “Oh, fuck! Damn! He is so hot! He is so fucking fine!” another gasped, her eyes wide. “I would let that man do anything to me,” a third lady whispered, fanning herself. “Can you see that manly hand of his? Look at the veins.” “I see them,” another squealed in excitement. “I bet those fingers would leave me trembling and begging for more. Just one touch from him and I’d be gone.”

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.) She had perfectly styled, shimmering black hair. Her smooth, tanned Brazilian skin was immaculate, and her body... it was mouth-watering. She had these massive, smooth, succulent bre*sts, pouring from her slim, stylish black dress. And her a*s was everything you would expect from a Brazilian woman, perky, and round and full... just amazing.

Yet, beneath her strong exterior lay a woman with an insatiable appetite for pleasure, a hunger that only a select few could satisfy. Enter Orion Blackwood, a young man with a body sculpted by the gods and a reputation that preceded him. Orion was a sugar boy, a term he embraced with pride, offering his services to the wealthy and powerful. His most striking feature was his enormous cock, a weapon of pleasure that he wielded with expert skill. Orion was not just a pretty face; he was a master of seduction, a sex slave who took pride in fulfilling every fantasy of his patrons.

“They either get their wallet stolen right from their pocket, their car gets jacked up or stolen out right, some get straight-up mugged in the parking lot. You know. Typical ghetto Bronx type of shit.” “I see.” Why in the hell would Beverly want to party in a place like that? “But, if you know the right people, you’re good. You friends with a pimp or something?” “No. A . . . woman.” “Oh shit!” the black guy exclaimed. “I got it now. And I know how it is. Sometimes a man has to go to the ends of the earth for good pussy. I don’t blame you then.” “I’m not going after . . . pussy.”

My eyes never leaving hers as I stroke her clitoris back and forth, I pinned my finger on it and heard her gasping. " Do you like it?" I asked her. " I do," she said. I wanted her to say more but it seemed she was not able to talk. I pressed harder and her moans filled my ears, it was the sweetest thing I have ever heard. It felt so good being the one she's moaning to. I turned her over as I got on top of her. " This is going to hurt a lot, I need you to give me your body and let yourself enjoy every bit of my thrust" I whispered into her ears.

So wait to see their true colors soon and be prepared. I didn't what they said fully but somewhat understood. I drove to the shopping mall. After we parked the car, they dragged me all way to the last floor there stood a black shiny shop named "Kinky Bae". They both walked in like it was some grocery shop but I felt shy and followed them. Jenny picked a cart and walked into the aisle of different stuff that I never saw. Jenny picked handcuffs leather outside but the inner side was fluffy red. He got two pairs, some whips, an eyes blinder, and didlo. Do I really need that cause I already have two to fill both my holes? Vibrator, butt plug, chocker, neck holder. I asked, "Jen, did you try all

We get in the elevator and find two young women wearing short dresses, surely arriving from a party. They start whispering to each other while looking at the Black Tiger. They are eyeing him from head to toe and I can feel them talking about how hot he looks with his messy hair. They are drooling over him, but he cares less about them. He keeps a straight face, his eyes only staring at the doors. The girls are arguing about who’s going to talk to him first.

“Stop saying that, someone might hear.” “So what? Virgins exist, but they’ve been bullied to stay quiet about that. That’s by the way, what’s got your pants in a twist?” “I wouldn’t say my pants are in a twist because I have a short skirt on but you know about my mystery sext Buddy yeah?” Anna perked up at that, she stepped in front of her and jumped excitedly. “The mystery guy that makes you so horny, what about him? Did he call you again? Did he moan for you? What did he do?”

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.