The first time the Prestonian split my cheeks with his girthy and veiny fuckstick I gasped and then said “breed my backsnatch you beautiful black b******!” I was greazed and sleazed but he was slamming my cheeks so hard that I couldn’t help but let out a series of flatulations which he didn’t like. “You stinky queer!” He shouted angrily “now I’m really going to get loose on these cheeks!” At this point he started doing this hip twist and thrusting harder and making African tribal noises and playing my asscheeks like bongo drums. When I open up my backpussy to a man I consider him my brother. As soon as the Prestonian ejaculated he grabbed my face and smashed it into his a** and farted. His gas had hints of lilac, tobacco, chicken and a note of sweet coffee.

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