Jenna Moretti

As I have matured, my father has remained stagnant in his ways, landing himself in a legal predicament that I must now unravel. Despite my youth of just 18 years, I find myself responsible for tending to both my father and his legal entanglements. Fortuitously, I engaged the assistance of a skilled individual known as Rico Strong to navigate the situation, ensuring my father's holiday season remains unblemished by incarceration.
The sole condition was my embrace of Rico's generously endowed manhood, which had to exceed in vigor the efforts my father exerted during his time in confinement. Submitting to this well-endowed black gentleman felt instinctual, given my history devoid of encounters with Caucasian men. The resolution of my father's predicament hinged on the absolute dilation of my narrow passageway by a member that threatened to cleave me in twain.
Waste no time coaxing forth every last drop from that prodigious, ebony member, eagerly awaiting my own gratification as my father mirrored in his expression the despair seen when the judge's gavel fell. If there is guilt to be assigned, it lies in my veneration for ebony phalli.