Of fucking course not!

Your eyes raising slowly up from the cash register, taking in his bloated fat body, greasy shirt, dirty jeans, ugly face, yellowed eyes, crusty lips, and unruly Afro you shudder and want to say no, you will say no.

Your manhood has already been broken, your little white body has already been despoiled, and no matter what he does to you, you’ve already got the box of Plan B in your bag; but you’re not going to break so easily.

Shaking your head angrily, your body actually begins to heat up a bit as your naturally feminine urges rail against the hesitance in your male mind; getting fucked is fun, as you’ve learned, but you’re not going to become a fucktoy for dirty black men who you would never even walk on the same sidewalk as in real life!

“I’m good, no.”

You state as you hand him your $100 bill and he hands you $20 back.

Taking the bag of clothes and Plan B you storm out of the store, your pasty white thighs slapping from the sticky seed still spattering them.