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Aurora Grace breathing became rapid not comprehending what's taking placed. All she remembered her front Pinned up at the wall at an instant, left leg angled upward so he can have access. Shit. Frankie was giving her what she'd deserved. A nice Fuck. Like right this instant you could see the combined juices eliminating their body and onto the expensive linoleum wooden floors; several small drips. The fine white specimen didn't care though. It meant he was doing a damn good job.
For a white person, Frank could put in the work.
"All night. Fuckin' all night. Aurora. Shit." He said rotating his hips at a fast pace, with each thrust he moan those words. Her hand slapped the wall as she scream her future husbands name loud and clear to whoever.
"Fuck." He whispered in her ear before pulling out. "Turn around Baby." He kissed her brown pierced ear. She huffed tiredly and annoyed that she didn't come away. "Hurry up and kneel down. Doll." She rolled her eyes as she did what was told, he held her shoulder firmly. Other hand pumped his manhood, at a fast rate. Slapping noises fulfill the air.
"Spit." He said with gritted teeth, she hulled up a big glob, and pronounced the substance on his pink tip. "Good." hazy look in his eyes, pink mouth dropping, she knew he was coming close.
"What you want me to do?" She asked.
"I wanna come on your tits." He said coming closer, she smirked dangerously grabbing her chest in her hands moaning and displaying it for him so he can take his aim. "I'm about to come right now. . at this Fuckin' sight. Hmm oh . . Aur—" Before he could spill her name his seeds shot right on her chocolate breast, drizzling along her nipples.
She moaned. Tossing her head back.
"I wish. I had my camera." He said before giving her a quick kiss. "I think, I might do. Wait one second." Walking around the room butt naked, she lied back on the floor eyeing him graciously, seeing his wet dick swing as he hurriedly open the chrome suitcase located on the bed.
The silence killed her. She needed to get one thing off her heaving chest.
"Frank?"
"Yes."
"Can you admit that your from New York." Aurora hands thread in her Afro tendrils, some wet parts from rain introduced moist upon hands. She carefully switch her eyes amongst his neutral face, he knew he couldn't lie especially now. But that's all the information about him she was gonna get. He didn't need anymore slip ups.
Frank Abagnale huffed flipping articles of clothing over, briefly looking at his woman semen glazed tits in satisfaction, truth be told he always wanted to do that. It had to be documented. Just so he can have it for — moments.
