Ain t no black guy gonna fuck this pussy
So here it is in the last semester of our senior year and this is where I start to narrate the story. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and Susan didn’t have a boyfriend as she did not want the distraction of having a boyfriend interfering with her grades in her senior year. But listening to Susan I knew that she was not exactly telling me the truth. I knew that someone was fucking her. The reason I knew this was because I found a condom wrapper under her bed once when I went to her...