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Samson Jones reared back, launching an effortless pass sixty yards downfield, where it was caught by a receiver in stride.

"Go Samson!" his girlfriend, the pretty cheerleader Brooke Williams yelled out on the sideline.

It was the last nonconference game of the slate, just on the cusp of fall, an unseasonable cold front making everyone in the stands chilly. The opponent, an also-ran from the northeast, was putting up no fight in what was essentially a last tune up for the senior quarterback and his veteran squad.

Samson Jones, the only true-born son of Moses and Elizabeth, had it all going for him. A hot bottle blonde girlfriend who was high school sweetheart. The cachet of a name with political power. Just darker than mocha skin that made him the big man on campus. He could land any pussy he wanted on campus, but he happened to already be dating the hottest, wettest pussy in miles. They met eyes on the sideline, and Brooke brought her hand up to her mouth, pushing her tongue against the side of it, causing Samson's large black cock to perk in excitement. Life was good indeed.