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>be me
>black bvll
>get invited to a wh*te woman's bedroom
>young, slim, petite, curvy
>we start to bang
>shoving my 6.7 inch BBC inside of her
>notice something on her chest
>qos tattoo
>she winks at me
>FeelsGoodNigga.msixbundle
>decide to give her a hickey on the tattoo
>give her the wettest one I could muster
>pull back
>notice something strange
>the tattoo turned a little red
>did I make her bleed?
>rub it a little
>the black comes off the tattoo and reveals a dixie flag heart
>suddenly get cold sweats
>she suddenly stops moaning, as if she were acting the whole time
>W-WHATS GOING ON??
>she says nothing
>start to hear country music in the distance
>two pickup trucks roll up outside
>the bitch finally decides to speak
>"Game over, tyrone"
>Two filthy wh*toid cracker males walk in the room
>both are tall but built like twigs
>I try to say something cool
>"Sorry ytoids, but she's mine now."
>they both look at each other
>they start laughing
>i back up
>suddenly feel an electric shock
>the snow bunny tased me
>I get tied up
>the ytoids pull out their tiny white pe- ...anacondas?
>both are at least 12 inches, 8 inch girth
>this... cant be
>"It looks like this buck is due for his breakin'"
>I try to scream, but the hoe put a wad of cotton in my mouth
>both ytoid chuds take turns in my anus without lube
>this was unavoidable, was it not?
>was QOS a meme? Was everything a setup from the start? Have I been lied to?
>I thought the confederacy lost, my 6th grade teacher said so
>It seems that this is the flow of causality, natures course
>This must have been how my ancestors felt on the plantations
>there is no going back now. It's over.
>black bvll
>get invited to a wh*te woman's bedroom
>young, slim, petite, curvy
>we start to bang
>shoving my 6.7 inch BBC inside of her
>notice something on her chest
>qos tattoo
>she winks at me
>FeelsGoodNigga.msixbundle
>decide to give her a hickey on the tattoo
>give her the wettest one I could muster
>pull back
>notice something strange
>the tattoo turned a little red
>did I make her bleed?
>rub it a little
>the black comes off the tattoo and reveals a dixie flag heart
>suddenly get cold sweats
>she suddenly stops moaning, as if she were acting the whole time
>W-WHATS GOING ON??
>she says nothing
>start to hear country music in the distance
>two pickup trucks roll up outside
>the bitch finally decides to speak
>"Game over, tyrone"
>Two filthy wh*toid cracker males walk in the room
>both are tall but built like twigs
>I try to say something cool
>"Sorry ytoids, but she's mine now."
>they both look at each other
>they start laughing
>i back up
>suddenly feel an electric shock
>the snow bunny tased me
>I get tied up
>the ytoids pull out their tiny white pe- ...anacondas?
>both are at least 12 inches, 8 inch girth
>this... cant be
>"It looks like this buck is due for his breakin'"
>I try to scream, but the hoe put a wad of cotton in my mouth
>both ytoid chuds take turns in my anus without lube
>this was unavoidable, was it not?
>was QOS a meme? Was everything a setup from the start? Have I been lied to?
>I thought the confederacy lost, my 6th grade teacher said so
>It seems that this is the flow of causality, natures course
>This must have been how my ancestors felt on the plantations
>there is no going back now. It's over.
