Every weekend was a roll of the dice. A new bar, new men. White, black, anyone in between, it didn&r

Every weekend was a roll of the dice. A new bar, new men. White, black, anyone in between, it didn’t matter. They only had to meet her three basic requirements. They had to be hard. They had to ride bare. And she had to be on top.She knew it would be impossible to tell who the father was. That she’d have already fucked half a dozen more men before she realized she’d finally been bred. And to celebrate she’d probably go fuck half a dozen more. She moaned as her latest conquest tensed below her. It was already his second load of the night, and it promised to be just as powerful, just as plentiful as his first. And it felt oh so good.Yes, the odds were ever in her favor. -- source link

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