The Abolitionist (PM to join)

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The Abolitionist (closed for wideeyedone and me)

This is meant to be an interracial romance. It involves a very devout Quaker man who is an abolitionist, so it will be open for only other player and will be closed once that one has PM'd and been accepted. The theme is a Quaker who lost his intended to a visiting Southern planter and who has become intensely committed to the abolitionist cause since then. That includes the Underground Railroad, which will lead to him finding a certain slave girl.

Let's say that I am trying to go outside my normal preferences.....to some extent. It's a challenge for me. Then again, interracial is one of my fetishes.

Bio:

Name- Zedekiah Randall
Age- 25
Profession- Wheat Farmer
Education: Self-Educated, but highly so for a farmer. Has the typical Quaker love of learning.
State: Ohio
Status: Bachelor
Politics: Abolitionist
Secret Interests/Activities: Underground Railroad
Sexual Experience: Minimal, primarily with some female cousins, who are rapidly being married off and thus no longer available. Never got to enjoy his intended, Elizabeth Willard.

Zed is used to hiding slaves on his farm by now, as its isolation makes it ideal for a conductor on the Underground Railroad, fleeing slave-catchers operating under the new Fugitive Slave Act. But this one...this one is different. She is the first slave to make him understand the temptation to own another human being....not that he condones it any more because of those lustful thoughts.

 

[wideeyedone]

Name- Ginny
Age- 19
Profession- run away slave
Education: her education is rudimentary but she wants to learn. a bright young woman given new and challenging tasks often, due to her sharp mind
State: Tennesse
Status: single


Sexual Experience: being a slave she has a history of non consentual experiences and a few passionate moments stolen with a man of her choice. she has used her body to get her out of a jam or two. it isn't something she is proud of, but it is something she has deemed necessary for her survival and the well being of others.

Ginny is a beauty. Her caramel colored skin and deep brown eyes are striking. Even though she was a slave she carries herself as if she had always been free.

 

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Zed Randall

Zedekiah Randall had gotten used to being a conductor on the Underground Railroad already, and luckily, he was a wheat farmer, so he could hide them well. He also fed them well, since he was able to support himself quite well most years from his crops. If he had lived in the city or even a small town, things would have been much harder.

So far, he had helped a dozen slaves make it to Canada and liberty, but there were always going to be more, and he knew that each time increased the risk of being imprisoned or fined for hiding fugitive slaves. The new law was both what prompted him to act in such a way and what frightened him about doing so.

On the other hand, he had principles and a distinct need to pay back the Southern planters whose ranks included Jared Moran, the ambitious Kentucky planter who had visited Ohio and stolen Elizabeth Willard, his intended. There was no point in suing for alienation of affection. That would simply declare his defeat to all and sundry. Instead, he resumed coupling with the occasional kinswoman and loose woman that he had met.

Well, she had chosen an easy life with a planter over a hardscrabble one with him by comparison. So be it, but he wouldn't hesitate to inconvenience both of them by helping fugitive slaves escape the slave-catchers.

This latest one he had heard about, but he hadn't met as of yet. The previous conductor hadn't said much, which made her all the more mysterious. He just knew that she was a woman, that was all. Most of his guests from the UR were male slaves, but there had been two women beforehand. Neither had gotten his attention beyond what was needed to be helpful and benevolent to them. He had no reason to expect any different from this one.

He didn't even knew her name, just her sex and that she would arrive any day now. His eyes were ready for her, but his mind was still on the harvest and the Meeting each Sunday. Not to mention his prayers and reading of Scripture. Zed was a very pious Quaker, despite his occasional fornication.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny was tired. The heaviness of fatigue saturated her all the way to her bones. It seemed they had been moving for hours. And before that they had hidden stone still in the basement of a brewery for two days and two nights. She had been too afraid to sleep. The creaking footsteps on the wooden floor above her made her heart pound so loudly that she was afraid the workmen above would hear her.

Soon, they would be to a new safehouse. A farm of some sort where she would stay for a while before someone could guide her on the next leg of the journey. They traveled at night and hid during the day. To Ginny the hiding was more exhausting than the traveling. She was a strong young woman with legs sculpted from years of working on her feet. Being stock still and silent was hard on the spirit.

As they wove through the brambles and brush, Ginny tied her hair up off her neck. Even in the cool of the night, they walked at such a pace that she could feel beads of sweat slide down her back. Ginny helped carry their provisions, water and a small amount of food and her spare dress. It was her only possesion in the world.

Her guide told her that it wouldn't be long before they arrived at the wheat farm. She was assured that her host their treated his guests well and soon she would have a full belly and a comfortable place to sleep.

 

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Zed Randall

Zed had just begun fetching water from the well for his drinking (as he didn't partake of strong drink or tobacco) and for washing when he heard footsteps. They were louder, due to the open space presented by his respectably sized homestead. It was the family farm, inherited when his parents died and his sister Esther married their cousin Isaiah. That had been a while back, so Zed was used to being by himself and having complete independence. He was also used to the solitude. Like most Quakers, he was against war in principle, so he hadn't even been in the most recent conflict with Mexico.

He finished his fetching first, since he didn't want to draw attention to them for any passersby.....he knew who they were. Evidently, there was more than the one girl mentioned, but he didn't mind. He ate well enough and God would provide the rest. If he didn't take them in, the Lord would be displeased, to say the least.

He stroked his beard, took care of the water, and then headed out of the log cabin that was the only residence on the homestead. He never needed more than that or cared for more. Simplicity was a Quaker virtue, and he adhered strongly to it. Living simply made greed less of a danger, and greed was a work of Satan. Though he wasn't entirely sure if Satan existed, he wasn't taking any chances. The Meeting left such matters to the Inner Light, but caution was wise, just in case.

Instead of calling out to them, which would endanger the fugitives, Zed approached them quietly and only then spoke in a hushed voice,"Welcome, friends. We'll find shelter and food for you soon. You're just in time for supper and then devotions." That and sleep for the next day's labors were all that he had in mind, until he happened to see her...and well, as the Scripture said, the flesh was weak.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny watched their host carefully. He approached them easily and his face seemed earnest. She allowed her eyes to meet his. The way he looked at her would tell her everything she needed to know. She waited and she liked what she saw. He seemed not scared or challenged by her gaze. She sensed that he might appreciate her looks, but that would mostly be to her benefit. Ginny had her hair tied up in a white scarf. She wore a yellow cotton dress that was too large for her. The light cotton showed the outline of her sleek strong legs under the skirt.

She stretched as the others spoke. She pulled on her wrists and rolled her head from side to side. Her body was filled with the tension of fear. "Devotions?" She muttered to herself. Faith had been woven into her existence by those around her, the songs her mother had taught her, the whispered prayers of her companions. For Ginny they did not hold comfort. Her heartbreak had not lead to a deepening of her faith. She did not question the faith of others, but for herself, that part of her was gone.

 

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Zed Randall

Ginny watched their host carefully. He approached them easily and his face seemed earnest. She allowed her eyes to meet his. The way he looked at her would tell her everything she needed to know. She waited and she liked what she saw. He seemed not scared or challenged by her gaze. She sensed that he might appreciate her looks, but that would mostly be to her benefit. Ginny had her hair tied up in a white scarf. She wore a yellow cotton dress that was too large for her. The light cotton showed the outline of her sleek strong legs under the skirt.

She stretched as the others spoke. She pulled on her wrists and rolled her head from side to side. Her body was filled with the tension of fear. "Devotions?" She muttered to herself. Faith had been woven into her existence by those around her, the songs her mother had taught her, the whispered prayers of her companions. For Ginny they did not hold comfort. Her heartbreak had not lead to a deepening of her faith. She did not question the faith of others, but for herself, that part of her was gone.

Zed stroked his beard and led the way to the cabin.

"It is not large, but it will do for now. And we are very isolated from most places, friends. God has provided enough for us. Just remember that we say grace at meals in my house and we eat in silence. We can talk tomorrow, but we all will need rest for tonight soon. You'll be safer here and better able to rest than in most places, which is why the Railroad was so eager to send you here. A farm is a handy place for the Lord to provide.

"As you can tell, I am a pious man. I am a good Quaker. I do not drink strong drink, nor do I use tobacco. I only use profanity in certain situations, and even then I repent of it later. And I have never lifted a hand against my neighbors or my fellow man. Such things are against my Inner Light. I do not ask you to live like this, because your own Inner Lights might call for different things. But that is between you and the Lord.

"I can tell you this. I won't force you to work while you are here, especially given the risk of capture. However, if you help around the house, where you can't be seen, I will be sure to appreciate it and show it. I am doing this because I believe slavery to be immoral. It's wrong to force another to do work for you and not reward them fairly for it.

"Do any of you know how to read, write, or cypher? If not, I can start you on such education. How can you best receive your Inner Light without the aid of Scripture, after all? I am very literate and see to it that I encourage others to learn their letters, too. I can't take you to the Meetings, of course, so I'll gladly substitute a different service to the Lord in tutoring you.

"As soon as you safely can get to the next station, I'll send you there. I really want you to make it safely to Canada. I'd hire you to work here, but that is too dangerous for all of us.

"Now, supper is plain, but plenty of it. Bread, salt pork, beef, butter, cheese, corn, and milk. Ain't got much in the way of vegetables, but that's no surprise, is it? Difficult to get out here, unless you grow it, and the soil's no good for that here. Now, I have done all of the cooking today, since I live alone, but any of y'all who can help out during your stay, I'd be much obliged. But nothing forced on ya. You're guests, not slaves. I hate slavery. It's a sin, plain and simple.

"Alright, here it is. What are your names, by the way? I'm Zedekiah Randall, but everyone calls me 'Zed'. Don't call me 'Master' or anything of the sort. Y'all are children of God, just like me. All are equal in the eyes of the Lord. That's something that we Quakers know and few others understand," Zed informed them when they arrived at the cabin.

Hoping that talking would get his mind off the tempting black woman in front of him. Could or even should he resist the temptation to fornicate with her, assuming that she had an interest? Would he ever such a chance again? She was truly lovely, and he found himself wondering what kind of wife she might make....but that was too dangerous, right? Wouldn't that invite slave-catchers and federal prison?

OOC:

I have left out the distracting "thees" and "thous" for practical reasons. Just picture them, if you don't mind.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny spoke first. "My name is Ginny. And I will be more than glad to cook while I am here. It was one of my jobs back on Bellehaven. And if you have the seed, I can grow you some vegetables, there are tricks to makin your soil stronger." She said knowingly. She looked about the place. "Can we have some water to wash up and then if you like I can serve the food?"

After she washed her long slender fingers in the proffered water, she turned to the food on the table. She dished the food in small helpings on the small plates. She felt Zed watching her. "It's best when you have been hungry to start small. Not let the belly get full to fast. But with this food it is going to be temptin to eat too much." Her voice had the cadence of the south to it, long stretched out words and soft endings to her words. Her tones were rich and honeyed, warm.

She sat at the table, elegantly folding her hands waiting for grace. She knew she could bow her head and whisper the words. This man seemed to be a good man and she could pretend for his sake.

 

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Zed Randall

Ginny spoke first. "My name is Ginny. And I will be more than glad to cook while I am here. It was one of my jobs back on Bellehaven. And if you have the seed, I can grow you some vegetables, there are tricks to makin your soil stronger." She said knowingly. She looked about the place. "Can we have some water to wash up and then if you like I can serve the food?"

After she washed her long slender fingers in the proffered water, she turned to the food on the table. She dished the food in small helpings on the small plates. She felt Zed watching her. "It's best when you have been hungry to start small. Not let the belly get full to fast. But with this food it is going to be temptin to eat too much." Her voice had the cadence of the south to it, long stretched out words and soft endings to her words. Her tones were rich and honeyed, warm.

She sat at the table, elegantly folding her hands waiting for grace. She knew she could bow her head and whisper the words. This man seemed to be a good man and she could pretend for his sake.

After he said grace, Zed couldn't help but note the sultry beauty of Ginny's skin, her sweet Southern accent (what was annoying from the planter rival was quite sensual from the runaway slave), and her friendly, helpful manners.

When the supper was done and he could speak to her, he approached her privately.

"Ginny, I appreciate the cheerful way that you have helped out tonight. That means a lot. Don't think that I will take it for granted, the way that your master and mistress did. I wonder if you can read or write much, and if not, do you want me to tutor you a bit in how to do so? I would like you to have a better chance once you get to Canada and freedom," Zed told her, trying to convince himself that he wasn't partially motivated at least by his growing attractive to the black slave girl.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny looked up at him with her dark eyes. "I can scratch my name in the dirt. One of the overseers taught me. But I can't read. I want to though." She did want to read. She had often looked at words and numbers on a page or a sign and tried to divine what they meant. "I'd be..... grateful if you would school me."

Ginny smiled up at her host. She let her eyes travel over his body. He was a fit, strong man. "Where will we be sleeping while we are here?"

 

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Zed Randall

Ginny looked up at him with her dark eyes. "I can scratch my name in the dirt. One of the overseers taught me. But I can't read. I want to though." She did want to read. She had often looked at words and numbers on a page or a sign and tried to divine what they meant. "I'd be..... grateful if you would school me."

Ginny smiled up at her host. She let her eyes travel over his body. He was a fit, strong man. "Where will we be sleeping while we are here?"

"I'm sleeping on this cot on the floor. You can sleep on my bed, Ginny. It's the only bed in the cabin. Gratitude is a virtue, but it is only so when not demanded. Do you know what I mean? I will teach you to read because it is the right thing to do, dear girl. I like you a lot, but anything about thanking me is entirely up to you. I can't be acting like no master or overseer. That would be a sin, and a terrible one at that. You've done run away from that. It's my role here to get you out of that life.

"I won't deny that I find you a pretty girl. But anything that might come of such an interest has to be because both of us want it, not because I demand it as a price for teaching you to read, write, and cypher. I'll do it and you can decide how to thank me, if you wish. You're a fine woman, but not to be forced. I won't refuse you if you offer, but I won't demand it of you in trade.

"Now, I can teach you from the Bible, if you wish, as a start. Or there are other books. I can't expect that every slave on the plantation believes in God or in the same way that I do. I have no idea how you were taught on such matters," Zed explained with a kiss on the forehead, meant to convey affection, but not to force his attentions upon her.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny was surprised by the tender gesture. His touch was gentle, slow. She felt a little shiver travel down her back.

"Do you have somewhere I could wash up? I would love to be clean before I go to bed. I have been on the run for weeks. And I need to scrub this dress. I had a spare but I bartered it a ways back for some medicine." She smoothed the dress into place, the soft thin fabric clinging to every curve of her body. Her dark bronzed skin gleaming at the neckline and across her arms.

 

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Zed Randall

Ginny was surprised by the tender gesture. His touch was gentle, slow. She felt a little shiver travel down her back.

"Do you have somewhere I could wash up? I would love to be clean before I go to bed. I have been on the run for weeks. And I need to scrub this dress. I had a spare but I bartered it a ways back for some medicine." She smoothed the dress into place, the soft thin fabric clinging to every curve of her body. Her dark bronzed skin gleaming at the neckline and across her arms.

"Well, to be honest, there is a corner behind a chair where you can wash up with a soapy rag. I won't look if you don't wish, and I will insist that the others not look, either. Then, your friends can take their turns, and then me. You can look if you want, but I'd rather that your friends don't.

"Then, if you wish, I can tutor you a while before bedtime. As to whether you sleep alone or not, that's up to you," Zed winked at her.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny smiled "I am going to go wash up. I will do wash tomorrow. I bet a man all alone like you wouldnt mind someone doing the wash." She sauntered across the cabin and found the bucket and soap. She headed out to the pump to fetch the water and tote it into the house.

In her corner, she slid the dress from her body. She took her hair from her scarf. Her hair was gathered in two pigtail braids, with her hair down she looked more like her age of nineteen.With her back to the room she suds the rag in the cold water with the lye soap. She worked up from her tired feet up her sleek legs. Every inch of her body was trim and sleek, except the swell of her hips and the fullness of her breasts. She worked the rag against her tired muscles. She lingered as she washed between her legs. She bit her lip to keep quiet, but she knew how to touch herself to make that warmth and wetness come.

Then she worked her way up her body. The cold water making her nipples stand at attention. She knew her back was marred with a few scars. A beating she earned from the jealous wife of the plantation owner after she had come across Ginny in her husband's bed early in the morning. She wondered as she washed if Zed was watching.

 

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Zed Randall

Ginny smiled "I am going to go wash up. I will do wash tomorrow. I bet a man all alone like you wouldnt mind someone doing the wash." She sauntered across the cabin and found the bucket and soap. She headed out to the pump to fetch the water and tote it into the house.

In her corner, she slid the dress from her body. She took her hair from her scarf. Her hair was gathered in two pigtail braids, with her hair down she looked more like her age of nineteen.With her back to the room she suds the rag in the cold water with the lye soap. She worked up from her tired feet up her sleek legs. Every inch of her body was trim and sleek, except the swell of her hips and the fullness of her breasts. She worked the rag against her tired muscles. She lingered as she washed between her legs. She bit her lip to keep quiet, but she knew how to touch herself to make that warmth and wetness come.

Then she worked her way up her body. The cold water making her nipples stand at attention. She knew her back was marred with a few scars. A beating she earned from the jealous wife of the plantation owner after she had come across Ginny in her husband's bed early in the morning. She wondered as she washed if Zed was watching.

Zed made sure not to watch Ginny wash herself, but he couldn't help lightly stroking his crotch and thinking about her soft, pink lips, her smooth, coffee-colored skin, and her very voluptuous figure. Now, what were the odds that she would arrive there? She was not only beautiful, but sweet as well, which gave her a definite point ahead of his former intended. She was even grateful and helpful. She would make a wonderful wife, if only the laws of the land would permit such a thing. She was truly all that he wanted in a spouse, as far as he could tell. He did catch a peak or two toward the end, as she finished, and they almost seemed as if she had encouraged and wanted him to see her naked body.

When she was done, he headed over there to wash himself as well, half-hoping that she peaked, since he gave her permission. He did admire her body as she went over to the bed and waited for him to tutor her.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny sat on the bed waiting. But the mattress was too tempting. She was bone tired and the bed was so soft and inviting. First, she was just going to lay down her head. then she tucked her feet underneath her and curled up like a cat. she closed her almond shaped eyes for just a moment. nestling into his bed eagerly.

his bed smelled clean but his scent was there too. she liked the smell. she ran her finger over the smooth blankets. she found her eyelids getting heavy. it couldn't hurt to rest until Zed was done washing up.

 

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Zed Randall

Ginny sat on the bed waiting. But the mattress was too tempting. She was bone tired and the bed was so soft and inviting. First, she was just going to lay down her head. then she tucked her feet underneath her and curled up like a cat. she closed her almond shaped eyes for just a moment. nestling into his bed eagerly.

his bed smelled clean but his scent was there too. she liked the smell. she ran her finger over the smooth blankets. she found her eyelids getting heavy. it couldn't hurt to rest until Zed was done washing up.

Smiling pleasantly as he saw everyone, not just Ginny asleep, Zed went over to Ginny and kissed her forehead to bid her a good night's rest. Part of him very much wished to ravish her right there, but he felt it necessary to wait for an indication of mutual interest. He wasn't her owner, to force sexual favors from her. That was part of the point of being an abolitionist. He believed that people should govern their own lives and it was between them and God.

Still, the thought of holding and enjoying this woman was more than enough to fill his dreams that night, he was certain.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny stirred as he walked away. "Don't go...I was just thinkin about you." Her voice was rich and warm, a touch of gravel in it from her sleep. "There is room for two in this bed."

 

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Zed Randall

Ginny stirred as he walked away. "Don't go...I was just thinkin about you." Her voice was rich and warm, a touch of gravel in it from her sleep. "There is room for two in this bed."

The invitation was well-worded, but unambiguous. That was all that he needed. Zed went over to Ginny and slipped into bed with her, determined to do a little fondling and play first, but then get into the coupling as soon as she was eager for it. The point of the preparatory fondling was to make her even more eager. He was no fool with women, despite losing his intended. After all, had she yielded her body to him, Elizabeth would have realized what kind of lover she would lose, and a faithful one at that....well, once he was getting what he needed physically.

Zed lovingly kissed Ginny's lips and began to insert his tongue in her mouth, stroking her hair as well.

"Thank you, Ginny. I am glad that you are doing this because you want it, not out of gratitude. That is what I hoped for, but could never impose or demand from you. I just regret that you can not stay, because you'd make a truly wonderful wife," he whispered as he kissed her.

He meant that, too. It was awful that something like race had to keep them from having a chance at a future. Then again, were it not for slavery, they would never have met, in all likelihood. That was genuinely ironic fate.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny was no fool when it came to men either. Her kisses were eager and hungry. She sucked his tongue just as she might his sex. She kept her eyes open, she loved the powerful surge she got when she saw the effect she had on a man.

Ginny's coffee skin was a lovely contrast to the white sheets. She slid her skirts up her body and slid her bare leg agaisnt his as they kissed. Her legs were open in invitation. She kissed his mouth, and his throat. Her hands roamed his chest and shoulders, then teased up and down his sides. Ginny, if anything at all, was eager.

 

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Zed Randall

Ginny was no fool when it came to men either. Her kisses were eager and hungry. She sucked his tongue just as she might his sex. She kept her eyes open, she loved the powerful surge she got when she saw the effect she had on a man.

Ginny's coffee skin was a lovely contrast to the white sheets. She slid her skirts up her body and slid her bare leg agaisnt his as they kissed. Her legs were open in invitation. She kissed his mouth, and his throat. Her hands roamed his chest and shoulders, then teased up and down his sides. Ginny, if anything at all, was eager.

Zed might be a traditional Quaker man in many ways, but he had some ideas of what to do with women....thanks for his cousins and a few other girls. He turned around on the bed and presented Ginny with his cock to suck. He also began licking her sex as well, making it clear that he would reciprocate and pleasure her as she took care of him. He didn't know what people would call that position, but he loved it ever since his cousin Hannah had shown it to him. And Ginny was even more delightful and lovely down there (and all over) than Hannah, which was saying a lot.

"Oh, damn, you're a tasty one, Ginny!" Zed exclaimed, revealing exactly when he did use profanity.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny's legs parted. She uttered a soft moan as his tongue found her. She caressed his cock with her long slender fingers, she played with cock gently. The tip of her tongue teased the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around and around. Her fingers stroked his shaft. She wanted him hard and excited when she took him in her mouth.

She moaned as she slid his cock into her hot little mouth. Her lips caressed him as her head bobbed up and down.

 

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Zed Randall

Ginny's legs parted. She uttered a soft moan as his tongue found her. She caressed his cock with her long slender fingers, she played with cock gently. The tip of her tongue teased the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around and around. Her fingers stroked his shaft. She wanted him hard and excited when she took him in her mouth.

She moaned as she slid his cock into her hot little mouth. Her lips caressed him as her head bobbed up and down.

The feeling of those warm lips around his cock was pure ecstasy, as Zed began eagerly devouring Ginny's sweet mound. He licked and sucked on her clit, as he had been shown that trick by his cousins as well. He gripped her hips and buttocks as he sampled her sex and reveled in the delights of having the escaped slave's tongue and lips on his cock. This was just the beginning, of course....he wanted her ready for him.....very ready. He wanted her not merely wet, but drenched, by the time that he entered her pussy.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny knew that pleasing a man with her mouth wasn't just about the feelings, it was also a little bit of a show. She gracefully moved her mouth up and down his cock. The tip of her tongue trailed up and down the base of his shaft. She rubbed her cocoa colored hands against his strong thighs. She moaned and then swallowed him into her throat. He was making her wet and so very hot. She opened her legs wide, her backside arching up forcing her sex against his mouth.

 

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Zed Randall

Ginny knew that pleasing a man with her mouth wasn't just about the feelings, it was also a little bit of a show. She gracefully moved her mouth up and down his cock. The tip of her tongue trailed up and down the base of his shaft. She rubbed her cocoa colored hands against his strong thighs. She moaned and then swallowed him into her throat. He was making her wet and so very hot. She opened her legs wide, her backside arching up forcing her sex against his mouth.

Zed had to distract his mind from the extremely sensual pleasure of having his cock sucked by this ebony vixen. He focused increasingly on her clit and her sultry, earthy feminine folds, their obsidian beauty and almost caramel sweetness more than enough to delight him. As she moved it closer to his mouth, he made a point of sucking and tongue her more furiously. He also inched his tongue a bit toward her puckered hole.

"Damn, Ginny, you're a sweet one!" he exclaimed.