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Click hereAt that moment, he knew how the woman in the club felt. "Oh fuck, Arghhh." Neither one of them could take it anymore. Pleasure, pure, sweet, unadulterated pleasure washed over them at the same time. The boiling cum shot so hard up out of Greg's dick; Chantal felt every single drop coat her insides. She squirted. Her cum flowed out of her body, coating Greg all over his thighs. He shook out of control. Before he drifted out of consciousness, she untied his arms, and he cradled her to him, wrapped in the essence of one another, completely.
The morning sun shone through the window and warmed Greg's skin as he began to wake up. His arms were sore, his dick was still hard, and his ass was tender. He knew she wouldn't be there when he opened his eyes, so he just lay there, trying to put it all in perspective. He had really been dominated, and it was all he had hoped to experience. He knew at that very moment that he wanted to go further. He got up and looked around for the note that he knew would be there. Sure enough, taped to the bathroom mirror was a business card. Chantal Moore, Esq. Attorney at Law. He flipped the card over and it simply said:
Counselor,
In the courtroom, we shall be equals. In the bedroom, you will be my possession. Either way, prepare to battle.
Thank you for this work of art, wow, just what this Bay Area brother has been looking for, there is nothing sexier than the Queens of the The Universe knowing they are beyond Special. Luv'd it.
This is one of the few stories that give me hope for black erotica on this website it also inspires me to try and create my own black love stories.