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A Traditional African Wedding

It was a colorful wedding. Carrie had a colorful bridal gown, and Yaya looked delicious, all muscle and musk and cock. Carrie's sister, Cassie, attended the wedding as the maid of honor. Carrie set up a video camera so you could watch it, cock in hand, watching Carrie kiss her African husband.

They had many, many children. Nary a day went by that Carrie wasn't either sucking or fucking her husband, and occasionally being shared with members of his tribe. She was with a dreamboat of a man, diving into the foreign culture she'd married to daily, but deep down, she missed you in the rare quiet moment she had. But those moments were always interrupted with a screaming black baby, or a large black cock.