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The Last Finalist
450 Days
Last, but certainly not least was Tanisha. Out went the African male, and in came the buxom Black stripper. You noticed and appreciated in these moments how much she adapted to herself when there was a change in her lover. Out went the shows and smells and colors that Kendi liked ...in came the shows and purple hues and perfumes that Tanisha adored.
It felt like they made love the entire night, kissing each other, eating each other's pussies. You absently wondered if they had a strapon. But then you did a webcam chat with Trevor, and gave the white Master a look at the new you. He'd have to be a freebie, you knew.
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