Chapter Four
No Negotiations
After the grateful Brad had slobbered his sweet ebon-haired mistress so devotedly, so worshipfully, so frenziedly to her beautiful orgasm, he sat back on his heels and looked up her in hopeful adoration, flushed and breathless. His face shone with her smelly juices, and his nostrils still tingled from the wiry curls of her heavy black pubic thatch. Oh, what bliss it had been, even without the benefit of an orgasm of his own, simply to be able to content himself finally within her welcoming body once more, to drown himself in flesh and hair and fluids as he forced upon her spasming tissues the sensations he had longed so desperately to make her feel! His heart felt full of the love he had finally been allowed to demonstrate, and his long-denied manhood felt fu
