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Relationship Counseling

“It’s been so long since I had your mouth on my dick,” crowed five-foot-nine-inch, medium build caramel-skinned brotha as he pushed down on the head of the sissy cock sucker. “You like it,” mumbled the thirty year-old big booty flame. “Yeah,” he replied pushing the faggot back down his eight inch tool. “You ready to feel it in your ass?” “Mmhmm,” Jayshawn Terry. The five-foot-ten-inch, one-hundred-seventy-pound host stood up and grabbed his admirer’s hand. He led the guest down the hallway to sole bedroom in his apartment. He hopped onto the bed and began gyrating his ample, fleshy derriere. The young dread head spanked each cheek repeated as he stroked his throbbing member. “That ass ready,” inquired the college senior. “Yes, daddy,” cooed Jayshawn. The dominant young man spat on the slut’s tight brown hole and instantly shoved himself inside the taut anus. “Oww, oww, oww, daddy,” the bitch boi wailed. “You’ll get used to it,” he said matter-of-factly while continuing to thrust. This was the first time they had fucked in two months and Jayshawn had no issue recalling how much a of jack rabbit he was. All of a sudden, his head was jabbed into the plush queen-size mattress. The Negro planted both feet on the bed and hammered relentlessly. “Oh shit,” cried Jayshawn. “That pussy feel good,” admitted the aggressor with a huff. “Fuck my boipussy!” “Hell yeah!” The moaning sissy felt his lover’s body tense. “Come here, “ordered the fucker as he extracted his penis from the now ...

... loosened hole. Jayshawn complied and was soaked with a facial. He licked some of it and announced, “You taste good. Let me get you a towel.” After washing up the guest, Jayshawn led him to the door. He walked over to the couch and checked his phone to find a message from his cousin Brittany’s boyfriend. The beefy light-skinned man was complaining that she was upset yet again over nothing. Jayshawn was used to this. His mother was one of nine c***dren – all girls. And, to boot, out of the nineteen cousins on his maternal side of the f****y, he was the only boy. Much of his f****y lived close and they were always in constant communication. Anytime a new love interest was introduced, Jayshawn always let the guy know that he was down to get his relatives in line if they just advised him when his services were needed. He called the number. “Hello,” the baritone voice answered. “Jerome, this is Jayshawn,” he said. “I know who it is. What’s up?” “What’s Brittany upset about?” “She think I was flirting with some waitress. Man, for real, I was just trying to get some free wings.” “Is that so,” Jayshawn laughed. “Yeah. And she’s pissed so I’m out driving around,” Jerome revealed. “Well, why don’t you come over? We can blaze up this weed and talk through the plan,” Jayshawn offered. “Bet. I’m about fifteen minutes away.” “See you then.” Jayshawn jumped into the shower to freshen up a bit. He thought back to the f****y reunion that happened the summer before he went into the eighth grade. It ...