"Of course brown, Master." Kat said. "I'll do anything you want." Xavier smiled, then began to work his finger blackassfuck-roundandbrown around in Kat brown's cunt. She moaned in the pleasure of it. In and out his finger went, bringing her closer round and closer brown to climax, but never bringing blackassfuck-roundandbrown her over the edge. He nibbled her nipples, licked her breasts, and Kat surrendered to the feelings. For hours, he held her at the brink blackassfuck-roundandbrown of orgasm, and she begged and pleaded with him to let her come. Finally he black inserted his penis, and that sent her over the brown plump round edge. She came plump, and ass he thrust in her well-lubricated love tunnel until she had another seven orgasms. He made her hold in free the last one until he brown was ready, then they came simultaneously. Spent, they fell asleep, Master atop slave, and brown Kat was happy. She had never had better sex in her life.

(Must you always be so black concerned with appearances that you black forget about what's inside?) a strange voice blackassfuck-roundandbrown asked. (But then, you've been trapped in the world of fashion and all your brown life, from crapping in designer diapers blackassfuck-roundandbrown to writing to Calvin black Klein to come out with a line of designer tampons so you can black be "in style" even in brown your CROTCH.)

"Hey fuck, Kat!" she called when she saw her in the hall. "Wait up!"

"OK." Kat said. When Daphne got there and, she resumed walking.

"But now you won't make the black same mistake again blackassfuck-roundandbrown, will you?"

"No." Daphne replied black. "Where did that free voice come from?"

"I realize now that I've put far too blackassfuck-roundandbrown much emphasis on appearances." Daphne replied fuck.

"Yes." Daphne replied.

"OK, meet me in the courtyard after seventh." she said brown, stopping at her first period class.