“What’s your favorite number, Black?” “How many times can you cum?” he asked boldly. “As many times as you need me to,” I answered. “My favorite color is brown by the way.” “You got ‘bout thirty seconds to get the fuck off my lap before you find yo’ guts rearranged,” he warned me. For some reason, his words caused a tingle to surge and curiosity to spark. I was more than interested in seeing if that was possible.
