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Chapter 1 - New Moon

Toni had never in her 27 years, once dared to jump a fence, nor was she in the position where she’d, finally, be given the opportunity for so. “Doesn't the fence seem- tall?” She asked her new friend as they parked near the gate.

“Yea, kinda the point.” Said her new fuck buddy Marlon. He brought his pliers for the back gate lock. The mansion itself belonged to neither of them. Neither of the student mathematicians could fathom owning something like this. The Known Pepridge farm in Tippah County belonged, shockingly, to the dentists Pepridges. All the peaches and lilies belonged to the wife, while the husband kept his shed full of sports memorabilia to make a man cum metaphorically. Toni and Marlon knew neither of them; yet they were infatuated with the house that kept blinding them on the way to Marlon’s house; filled with his full-time wife and kids.

He grew so fucking tired of Stacy, and her white girl bitch hair he was growing embarresed of as he showed her off his family. He couldn't just bring around a blond bitch all willy-nilly and still expect the same respect his father got. His mother was an ebony queen from Kenya, where all the true beauty of his version of the world is.

He saw that in Toni. The effortless in her voice through the phone- like she was a graduate at fucking phone calls it seemed. He struggled finding a woman like this, Now she’s soaking wet in his car awaiting his bbc.

They’d only known each other for an hour. The dinner, beer & small talk grew stale; these were smart people. All the bs that comes with that first hour of small talk is universal, but uniquely unnecessary. Yet, we choose, every time, to dwell in it instead of giving into our human wishes of the night’s outcome. The nature of the game. Toni especially knew by the way his veiny dick looked.

She grew up in a proud, proud black family that managed to beat the doubts they carried as laughing stocks. They got rich from selling soap; making the night all the more ironic. She could very well afford the house they are about to trespass if she really wanted to. But why should they be the case? Just for that? She was satisfied with the bare necessities of a twenty-something year old in the south. Not one of these “flakes” that spend their time on Snapchat: she spent it scouting for her first mansion to shack in. One where another asshole has to pay the damn utilities. All her money went to dildos, thanks to bills paid by daddy. Soap is needed.

What grew Toni to Marlon was his extra veiny bbc. Why waste more time getting to know his favourite movie when his dick will end up in her mouth regardless. As long as that first night goes off without any immediately noticeable flags, all is fair game.

That’s how life should be.

For Marlon, beating off seemed tainted now. The idea; the mere idea of fucking a hot ass ebony queen in another dude’s mansion, was too much to ignore.

And Toni agreed in the passenger seat.

Thank God it rained at 6. The still cloudy sky was perfect for both of them, and the wet grass would mean not as much clean up (?)

“Pfft,” an impatient Toni said, as Marlon’s handsome dark ass looked for the perfect spot to fuck in the millionare’s garden backyard. It was the size of a golf course in Texas, with plenty of dead spots just out of view from the windows.

He was always cautious, even without, basically, breaking into another man’s home. In some sort of fucked up way, he owed the man his just respects. At least to not step on any started flowers or anything too valuable. After all, this was a wealthy black family- just like the ones that are about to sack it.

“Not much longer,”

That voice. That fucking voice. How could a dark man even reach those feels in her? To make her already bemoan and jealous of the women he already laid his seed in. His glorious seed. That of which she needed and craved so badly on the way from the bar that it seemed she was running laps in her head over it. Now she finally had someone to share this kink with.

The texture, the moist, Him. It’s not remotely he gets to hog all of it while the girls just have to sit back and wait like damned slaves. That’s what makes the small talk so damn trivial to her lawyer mind, her unique lawyer mind, thank you very much. He knew better for herself than anyone in her circle, she reinforced to herself constantly like a schedule.

Already, he was excellent at calming her and seeing her for what her true desires are, even if they seem (are) criminal.

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