Big Booty Hoe Vanilla Red Ass Pounds The Village Chief!

He stared out at the others, but he wasn’t seeing them. Instead, he was seeing the face of his little sister, Felicia. He had kept her safe all of these years and even kept her out of the gang life. She was almost eighteen... almost a woman. Could he risk her? Could he put her forth to be punished if one of the Knights broke the truce? She was smiling at him, her dark hair framing her olive-hued face. He couldn’t bring himself to look into her innocent brown eyes. A loud Hardcore cough from one of the other leaders brought his mind back to the table and the issue at hand. Four leaders looked at him in silence. He opened his mouth four or five times, but nothing came out. Then amateur finally in a very tense, almost whisper, he said, “I swear by my sister.” Prologue 02: The Truce is Broken The cops couldn’t figure out what had happened. Suddenly there was a patch of the city with almost no daily violence. The normal illicit activities continued and even flourished, but there was no gang on gang violence. Evidently Juanita had found a way to make the truce hold. And the other gangs in the city weren’t quite ready to take on the five united gangs. So it went for over a year. Everything was smooth between the gangs. Then came the tagging. The symbol of the Knights was a large K with the lower leg of the K formed Big Boobs by a lightning bolt that extended above and below the K itself. Often it would be enclosed in a diamond. That symbol appeared throughout the Knights’ territory, and sometimes on their product, but it did not appear anywhere in the other four gangs’ territories... until that night. Someone in Knights’ colors was seen tagging a building on the corner of Willmont Avenue and north Thirtieth Street– nearly in the middle of North Thirty territory. Whoever it was ran very fast, but not fast enough for their face not to be seen briefly by several North Thirties. Besides wearing the Knights’ colors, the tagger had the characteristic lightning bolt tattooed on their left cheek. He was definitely a Knight. The truce had been broken. Somehow, after tagging the building, the tagger was able to run back to Knights’ territory. At one point, the six Thirties chasing him almost caught up with him, but when they turned the corner, there was no one there except some sweet young thing carrying groceries home from the store. If they hadn’t been otherwise engaged, they might have stopped for some action, but their minds were too set on catching this Knight who dared to babe tag an area in the heart of North Thirty territory. When they explained what had happened to their leader, he yelled that their minds were always on pussy and if they had just ignored the girl they might have caught the tagger. If it had been a murder or something like that, bloodshed would have followed bloodshed that night, but Emmanuel said that they would demand the tagger be turned over to them or they would invoke the guarantee and demand Carlo’s little sister for punishment. He gave Carlo twenty-four hours to deliver the tagger... or his little sister... at the corner of North Thirtieth and Rail Street, the border Brunette between the Knights’ and North Thirty’s territories. To say that Carlo was angry is a great understatement. The Paradox of Marital Compatibility. Massaged him. Her folks were holding hands, Glori was holding something else more personal on me while the other hand was sharing in our meal. “They must have known they had only a slim chance of deceiving me. Just kill her”. It’s 9:00 am on the nose. You all should all be my sex slaves. She didn’t know what to do and her mind was blank and devoid of everything but a fear she had never Hardcore felt before. “So do I have your consent...you babe realize what’s Brunette going to happen?” “She’s definitely unique.” I didn’t have to worry about taking him to meet her and then wondering how she would react to him being around, I already had my answer for all of that, she loved him! “That’s criminal destruction of property. I finally said, "No, it's more than that. “Why don’t we just keep texting for now. “Okaasan just got out of the shower,” she said. Her hungry pussy spasmed and convulsed Big Boobs about it, massaging me. She brought me closer and closer to spurting my jizz into her. Trust me; I know just how good she can be, so don't even fight the urge to go nuts. "Remember when you told me that you would love me until the end of time?" We all waited in line for the ride. I bet he saw her as a younger version of me, a chance to relive those heady days when amateur we were young and dumb, youths fucking each other's brains out.