Je Ne Sais Quoi

After the summer, Carrie and Yaya got a job in Paris, at his family's company. She exulted in getting to reside in Europe for a year. She exulted in learning a new foreign language. But mostly she exulted in Yaya. His powerful physique, his youth, his enthusiasm, his big African cock -- he was infectious, and she was head over heels.

You were starting to doubt if you'd ever see her again. And those doubts crystallized when she sent you a picture of her and Yaya, with the Eiffel Tower in the background, and a large diamond on Carrie's ring finger. The next photo was of them, Yaya's hand up her skirt, squeezing her meaty asscheeks, her queen of spades tattoo very visible. You jerked off quickly, and then a second time. Maybe dour, frigid Edith was still available.