Babes For A Bad Boy
Black Rayne
As a hoop star and hood legend, I have run across some of the most gorgeous college co-eds on this side of the Mississippi while being a Clemson Tiger. However, this Chocolate Bombshell Barbie is like nothing I banged before or since.
Rayne’s flawless dark brown skin, light brown eyes, and perfect smile. She is like a real-life Barbie Doll. If Barbie had a phat ass and thighs to make your Johnson rise and quadruple double dees. Rayne takes my hand and leads us to her ensuite. I admire her collection of leather-bound novels.
“100 greatest books ever written.” My Chocolate Cutie remarks.
“How many have you read?” I asked.
“All of them, beautiful.”
“Stop with the beautiful thing.”
“No, I don’t say it facetiously. You possess a beautiful Aire of sweetness and confidence that I find irresistible.”
“Hey Boo, I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you.”
“Thank you, fine sir. Now, wait here.”
She lowers the lighting and exits to the master bathroom. After several minutes, I hear running water.
“Come join me. The water is wonderful.”
