I Fuck Ms. Elsa Jonssen Brain’s Out…

I gently began sawing my cock into Ms. Elsa Jonssen with a steady rhythm, & she began reciprocating my deep kissing. Her tongue moving to caress mine as she yielded dominance. She was just as passionate as her mother but a lot more reserved. Even in the throes of passion & excitement of being impaled she kept a facet of her psyche calm & controlled. That facet kept control regardless of what her lizard brain wanted.

It truly was fascinating to meet a teenage girl that was like me, except Elsa didn’t sleep around. She probably fooled around & did everything except coital intercourse but kept herself from going that final step. It was understandable given that the woman was the one left holding the bag if she found herself impregnated.

I railed Elsa into that brick wall for what felt like hours except it was probably minutes. I could tell a bruise on her ass was likely forming because she began to increasingly wince as I stirred her up. It was an exceptionally satisfying experience as I drove her out of her mind with multiple orgasms. When I finally released myself inside of her, I held her hips tight against mine to ensure my seed was firmly planted in her richly fertile garden.

Afterwards, we laid on the other side of the bed from Barbara & Inga. The two of them had intertwined themselves lovingly, as if they subconsciously were accepting the change. I suspected that they would do that, but the concept of me sticking around was a new experience for me.

“Thank you…” Elsa whispered into my chest.

“What for?” I was unsure as to what she was referring.

“For making that the best experience of my life. Maybe it was different a few decades ago, but that stereotype is only maintained now because a lot of black men support it with their actions. You proved you could be different…

“For that, I will bear as many children as you want. The other girls at my school can kiss my ass, if they think they can turn on me. Unknown to them, I’ve actually already published a couple full novels.

“I’ll immortalize their names with my future writing, & prove **** is a dish best served cold… The boys… well boys will be boys, won’t they…?… Instead, I have a man now, & them with their lacking stamina are irrelevant.”