3 months had passed since my last run in with my FBI surveillance agent. The memory still fresh in my mind, I spent the majority of my time in my cave in the mountains with my mountain bear brethren. This next segment documents a more horrific act committed by the admittedly curvalicious African American.
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The morning sun split through the pine trees, leaving an endearing pattern on the mouth of my cave. I feel a serene peace in my very testicles, one that comes around once every cosmic blood orgy. It was going to be a good day, I could feel it.
I was the last to leave the cave (I preferred staying behind so I could violently rub my foreskin between my fingers to achieve orgasm). Greeted by the sight of two mountain bears receiving rough anal sex from the same morbidly obese lump of pure testosterone, I immediately felt the tremors in my asshole as I knew what was about to happen.
I should have turned and ran, but something held me in place. Sharpeisha's all encompassing penile strength gripped me more firmly than any veteran dominatrix could.
All I could do was watch as he moved toward me, as graceful as a sex offender could hope to be, his cock getting harder with every step. He laid a single pube on my forehead and I grew weak. Probably some weird fucking African voodoo pube curse. I fell to the ground. He stands over me, dick fully erect. A demented smile crept across his face as he caressed my chin. Then, swift as ur ma's clunge, he grabbed my head and proceeded to face fuck me. I was so weak I couldn't even gag, only accept every inch of him down my throat. I faded in and out of consciousness due to there being a penis blocking my fucking airway. When I came back around, I silently watched as he slipped on his titanium nipple clamps and latex gimp suit, and took off into the skies.
