You are nothing to me, not a lover, not a friend, not even a real human. You are a fictional memory just like you wished.
When I was growing up I always wanted to share my white Mother with Black men. I also wanted to watch my Mother having s** with a Black man Tru out the years I masturbated about watching my Mother having s** with Black men
I ain’t got time to play with crackers like corvallus or backdoor Barry! I want cheeks here and now on my bone but I ain’t paying a dime and I ain’t paying for no damn taco or smoothie some young trickster named Payton made me take him to a damn smoothie shop spent damn $5.85 on some fruit milkshake and he didn’t even give up those lily white cheeks! Should be illegal to tease my bone!!!
