Black amateurs having sex
It was déjà vu waking to the smell of turkey. The sounds of Christmas music.
In the bedroom.
Necessities. "This guy.
Making what he'd just said actually happen. But he continued to kneel there, his eyes burning into mine.
" Every now and then, his body would shift as he talked.
The more steady beat of his heart beneath my ear was calming, breaking through the pounding of my own in my head. "What are you saying?" Jolie asked, tears evident in her voice.