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Ghetto Wife

by Dirtdogg on Sep 26, 2017

Lately my wife has been obsessed with Ghetto culture. The girl is a curvy 5-foot-8 with chestnut hair. She claims to have 1/8th black in her, but the only hint of that is in her tawny skin and pouty lips. Besides that she’s white through and through. She plays Nelly’s Grillz on repeat in her car … Smile fo me daddy (What you lookin at) Let me see ya grill (L...

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Summertime Cross Dresser Confession

by andtheend on Sep 14, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

After a long time coming, a lifetime of suffering, the first day of summer is when an aging cross dresser finally gives into the life he's always wanted to live. As if a new beginning, as if being born again, Donald looked to his transformation from man to woman, as his emergence from moth to butterfly. He couldn't wait to fly away to start his life anew. P...

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Black Power Exchange

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

My name is Carol Jean and I've got something quite shameful to confess. In the eyes of the world, I am a strong Black woman. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, lean, with dark brown skin, long black hair and pale brown eyes. I hold a law degree from the University of Suffolk in Boston, Massachusetts. These days, I teach Criminal Justice at the University...

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Black Woman's Slavery Fantasies

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017

My name is Shavona Leatherbury. I'm a big and tall black woman of Haitian and African-American descent living in the city of Brockton, down in the state of Massachusetts. Yeah, I am not exactly tiny and unlike many big women, I am quite proud of myself too. I stand six feet two inches tall, heavyset, with large breasts, wide hips and a thick, plump ass. What...

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Black Anal Sex in the Hood

by Samuelx on Sep 11, 2017

Hello, there. How are you doing? My name is Marcus. A tall, good-looking black man living in Boston. Thirty one years old. Former college football player. By day, I am an assistant district attorney and volunteer fireman. A respectable member of the community. Nobody knows about my other side. What can I say? I am a freak and a rather cheerful sort of psycho...

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Ex-Marine Hubby Ch. 01

by Ashesh9 on Sep 17, 2017

Ex-Marine likes wife mean! Believe it or not, my six foot something Marine hubby is my boot licking butt boy. My man is big, strong and as straight-laced as they come... Until I get him in the bedroom. Me? I'm a tiny Vietnamese immigrant with mouse coloured hair. Don't let my size fool you, mind. I am the first Female Mayor of Louistown, and as tough as...

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Black Slave Woman Ch. 01

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

The first time we met, I never thought she'd be into this sort of thing. Interracial dominance and submission. Jade Brown was every bit the dominant Black woman. Six feet two inches tall, busty and heavyset, with wide hips and a big round ass. She weighed two hundred and forty pounds and didn't seem to have a submissive bone in her body. She was captain of t...

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by creativeboyinspring on Sep 16, 2017

"Dammit!" I curse softly to myself. Could this get any worse? Really could it? My eyes scan over and over this stranger's patio. First I go to the wrong damn apartment to pick up my friend. I mean, this is where my GPS lead me to, how was I supposed to know it was further down the road? Then on the way back to my car, by some weird and freak accident I dropp...

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Bisexual Black Man's World

by Samuelx on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

My name is Kurt Brown. Friends call me K.B. A big and tall black man in his mid-twenties living in the city of Brockton. I am a tour bus driver by day and a college student by night. I attend Bridgewater State College, where I major in Criminal Justice. I'm basically one semester away from getting my bachelor's degree. In May of 2009, I will graduate. I real...

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Camilla Ch. 059

by MawrGorshin on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

On Monday morning, Mr. Holland went into the office unbruised, but emotionally shaken. Camilla saw the fear in his eyes as he sat at his desk, and she got up from her chair, locked the door, and went over to him. "Mr. Holland?" she asked, sitting on his lap. "What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing," he said. "We'd better get to work." "What did the Mrs. do now?" sh...

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