I hail from a family of countryside folks. My father just can't grasp the idea that his daughter has a preference for African-American lovers exclusively. He attempted to set me up with his acquaintances' sons, but the Caucasian lads finished way too swiftly.
Although I ought to respect my father's authority as I am still dependent on him, my body craves what it craves. Despite his efforts to steer me towards Caucasian men, I stood my ground against his wishes. The therapist, Dr.
Harvard, noted my stance and saw beyond my father's prejudices, bringing in Dr. Long, which brought a smile to my face. To make my father acknowledge my affection for black men, he would need to witness me in action.
He hesitated but couldn't bear to walk away due to his pride. He observed closely as
Justin Long's sizable manhood entered and exited my mouth. My nether regions grew increasingly moist, which was beneficial as I required ample lubrication to accommodate that ebony shaft.
The echoes of my cries of pleasure while engaging with that African-American member will linger in my father's memory for a lifetime.