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This time though, I didn't want his cock to leave my mouth. I loved the feeling of fullness it gave me. I sucked like a baby sucking for milk, until it grew soft and eventually dropped out dragging more slime across my chin. I didn't even bother to wipe it away.
We didn't speak as we walked back toward the road. I had no words. I had been fucked and I felt like my throat would never be the same again. When we got to the car Bobby just nodded, got in and drove away. I felt dirty and thought he was disgusted with me that I had swallowed the white guy's sperm without even protesting. I had tears in my eyes, and started walking home. I needed to wash myself off and get home.
As I walked my phone vibrated, I looked at the screen. I didn't know the number and besides, no one had my new French one. I ignored it, but it rang again and again. Eventually, I decided to pick up, 'Hello?" I asked curiously.
"Hey, babygirl," I knew the baritone voice, "You free for Daddy Charlie?" asked my older black facefucker. So much passed through my head. But one singular thought kept coming back to me, "This is why you're here."
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