The Emancipation of Emoree

by Grey Huffington

“Life is a never-ending tale of unexpected twists. Embrace them as they appear.” -Grey Huffington

Nothing is hard unless you proclaim it to be and we don’t do that. Not in here.”

If there was nothing else in the world that I loved, it was the essence of a black woman. And, that shit couldn’t be fabricated, duplicated or correctly imitated.

Black love

“How the presence of admiration can alter one’s functionality? How suppression can be of assistance in the physical, mental and emotional malfunctions? Or how every damn time you see me, your heart beats at a pace unheard of by man. At the sound of my voice, something within you shutters.”

It be them young ones

If he’s just a damn kid, then why the fuck is my pussy wet and I keep imagining him inside of me. Inside of my mouth? Me bent over my desk. Every time I look at him and he lick those lips. I’m doomed. Damn you, Montreal.

These young men🥵

but it was a bit difficult due to the fact that my assailant was staring at me with a smirk on his handsome face when they reopened.

Cocky

Leaning down, I removed a bit of the space between us and covered the spoon with my mouth. The pasta that was twirled on the fork was now being tossed around

No sirrrrrrr 🤣🤣

and chewed with my tongue and teeth. Since she was about to let the shit get cold, I figured I’d have a bite.

He trouble

This wasn’t business. This was casual. In fact, this was personal. Very personal. “I’m here to help you.”

“Good, because I didn’t come to have fun. I came to fuck.”

Only the next time she said it, I preferred to have my bone buried in her hole as I claimed her body as mine and vice versa.

As I’d guessed, she was wearing a thong. I ran my hand down the lining of it, stopping after her pussy ended. I’d collected a good amount of cum that had damped the thin string and seat of her panties before placing my wet finger at her mouth.

“Somebody played with that pussy while they thought of me,”

full of his self but correct 😰

“Because that’s the way your snobbish ass likes it. I want you to do all that shit you imagined doing to me last night while this dick is inside of you. Don’t let yourself down, either.”

🥵

“Shit, I’m a man, baby. I don’t plan to. I want you to use me.” I placed one hand on her shoulder to guide her

movements, which were slowly starting back up. It was my turn to take the lead. “Use me for this dick. Use me for some head. Use me for some bread. Use my ass until you begin to feel guilty. Then, use me some more.”

By the time my last sentence was spoken, I was giving her long, deep anticipated strokes - nailing her to the desk with my hammer.

Lawd these young ones

“I want to taste it,” she announced, sounding as if she’d just run a marathon. “I want to taste it.” “He’s yours now. Do as you please.”

Emoreee girl

Go ahead and have your pity party, baby girl. I’m not going to stay and pat your back until you feel better. I’m taking that good ass pasta with me and I’m out.”

“Because I’m tired of seeing you in them busted ass red bottoms, so I got you new ones.”

He wild

“I got these because I wanted to, but it would be the polite thing to do.” “I can’t accept those. Then, I’ll have to pay you back and I’m not trying to put…” “Only fuck niggas expect repayment after giving a gift.”

He was taught right

“A nigga. A nigga that you can’t push around because you won’t do so good with a yes man. You need someone to beat those tight ass walls down every chance he gets. You need someone to get on your knees for at every opportunity that presents itself. You need a nigga that’s holding because you can do the little shit on your own. You need a nigga to wipe those worry lines from your forehead and replace

them with tan lines on your ass and titties. You need a nigga to make you feel loved and important. You need a nigga that needs you and isn’t afraid to show that shit. You need someone to free you from whatever is holding you captivated. You need me. I’m your emancipation.”

“You see how fucking bad you want a nigga? And you hollering about student and professor. Let’s be real about this. Dick and pussy. Man and woman. Male and female. Adult and adult. Balls and ass. Heart and heart.” I felt his large finger stabbing me in the chest just above my breast. “So get your shit together because there isn’t any going back. You can’t unfuck me and I highly doubt that you want to. But, what you can do is keep fucking me. Keeping giving me hell. That shit makes my dick hard.”

I twirled swiftly and before I sat down, I felt his moist hand lubricating my pussy from behind.

One swipe and he’d transferred the saliva from his hand to my pussy, marking his territory and being upfront about our carelessness.

If I had to say so myself, this was the best piece of meat I’d been given the chance to bone and it was a shame that it belonged to a fucking twenty-two-year-old.

Now thats a gap

Baby: Tomorrow night at seven. I’m sharing my location indefinitely, so you’ll be able to find me when it’s time. Have a good day, Dr. Evermore.

Thats A grown man

“Listen, I want to feed you and then fuck you.

Key to my heart🫶🏾

“Aren’t you going to eat?” “I’ve already told you what I want for dinner. I’ve been eating since Ella started cooking. Now, I’m ready to feast off something more nutritious.” “Ransom, do you every get tired?” “Not of you,” he tossed back with a smile.

💗

“Young boys. I’m a grown ass man. Healthy teeth are much more important to me than trendy ones. Niggas end up with whole plates in their mouths once they take that shit out. I couldn’t imagine.”

Grown mannnn

A nigga has everything you could ever dream of, baby girl, and you letting this baby face and year of birth stop you from obtaining it.