I don't even consider my father as my dad. I prefer to call him 'Jerk' because that's what he truly is. If he's not nagging about my outfit, he's moaning about the tunes I groove to.
I ignore his words because he doesn't deserve any admiration as 'Jerk' matches his title flawlessly. He had finally hit his limit and dragged me to see Dr. Harvard, which was monotonous until
Byron Long and his massive ebony manhood entered the scene.
All I could hear was 'blah blah blab' from 'Jerk' as I daydreamed about sinking my teeth into some ebony flesh. I didn't have to wait long as Byron thrust most of his ebony shaft down my throat, pushing my limits. Then, I straddled that ebony giant until I sensed it ready to explode within me, but I prolonged this interracial encounter as much as possible.
You could almost see the fumes rising from 'Jerk' as Byron's creamy goodness reached my lips.