What does the black man do or say?
Roughly grab my hair with his free hand.
With his free hand, he grabs onto my overgrown hair, his fingers wrapping around a bundle of it.
“What a pretty pink lips you have.”
Having a bad premonition, I began to struggle against my aggressor. But at this point it was all for moot.
“Struggle all you want, I love when they struggle.”
I hear a small giggle from the other side of him.
My attempts of struggling were futile as I watched my eyesight lower and lower, until I was forced onto my knees and came face to face to his semi-hard cock.
“Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
What do I do?
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