But Ciara fucked my mind up
Now I wanna marry a pale white girl with light eyes and dark brown hair
She would have been 10 times prettier had she not been a junkie
I used to think I was solely into beautiful blondes
Noah Diaz
Cameron Sanchez
ciara bbc poster, please clean this thread up
Jayden Reyes
He can come if he wants I'm mixed and technically I have a BBC therefore this thread is immune
Ian Perry
No he cantx
Lincoln Ward
She's so cute bros, I want to believe she's still alive.
Joseph James
faggot accept her death
she looked like a methwhore before her death
Josiah Carter
No evidence she is dead. Just because someone disappears from the internet like Dobson doesn't mean they're dead.
Don't accept it until you have hard evidence like a grave.
Joshua Jackson
You want BLACKED Badaloonkyjanek? Your wish is my command.
Ciara Hortigay Janek slept, unaware that the window she opened to cool her room from the day's heat was an invitation for an unwanted sexual encounter. Unaware of the gloved hand that carefully pulled it open further, just enough to slip inside and loom over her, a wicked shadow, an immovable column of power. She was unaware that he had watched her undress for bed and had watched her sleep for hours.
When he reached for her, she woke slowly, eyes opening reluctantly. She felt a rough gloved hand over her mouth to muffle her startled gasp. His heavy body crushed her, made her too breathless to scream while his other hand slipped between them, with the help of his knees, to part her tangled legs. A whimper from her did nothing to soften his cold gaze as he pushed his gloved finger into her body, violating her.
Ciara froze, shock made her stiff, arching, then shaking. She relaxed then blinked away the tears. She wasn't in shock, she'd just orgasmed. Her eyes now opened wide with alarm and his fingers stopped. Her assailant was also confused and stared down into her face, searching them for answers she couldn't possibly provide. The big black man didn't keep that expression long; it hardened once more as he adjusted his weight above her.
Asher Ross
She died eating BLACK COCK. There's the evidence.
In one heartless thrust, the big black man's cock was inside her. She gasped from the abruptness, from the ache of the stretch. He didn't allow any time for her to become acquainted with his girth. He plunged into her again and again, watching her as she watched him. Tears seeped from the corners of Hanek Banjanek's eyes and slid down past her temples into the canals of her ears.
She closed her eyes as the paralyzing sensation struck her again. Before it could take hold of her, she widened her legs and pushed up to meet his violent thrusts. Once, twice, and then Hanek came, shaking. Her moans muffled against his hand. The rapist released her mouth in time to hear a whimper, and her hips and legs relaxed.
Samuel Collins
So cute BANAK.
JD Thompson Parsons Jenkins, the lover of Ciara, stiffened but did not come. He looked shocked and a little distracted and annoyed. He pulled out of her suddenly, still hard, zipped up, and pushed himself off of her bed.
Ciara the Scottish Queen of r9k lay very still, watching him as he watched her. He could see her better from the light through the window and she knew what she must look like. Disheveled, wanton, vulnerable to a fault. But why then did he look so afraid of her? He climbed out her window, down the fire escape, without a word.
Clara Banjanek Manmanek Kanjanek Hanek knew that she should feel ashamed, scared, angry, helpless, or anything else victims of rape often feel. But the only helplessness she felt was in not knowing when she'd feel what he made her feel again.
Daniel Ramirez
Yes, I can.
But her sexy rapist was just being a rapist, was just forcing himself onto her for his own pleasure, for his own gain. Ciara Banjanek felt a little victorious to have somehow outsmarted him, unknowingly using him for her own dark release.
Ciara knew she was crazy. Who thought like this? Who fantasized this while they lay in their beds at night with the window open and a gloved hand pressing against their own clit and mouth? She was a sick person. She knew it. But why didn't she feel shame?
She was desperate for his return. Aching for him to finish the job. It was dangerous, she knew. He could have battered her, could have killed her, but he didn't. Carlaenga Hortang Badaloonkybanek aka Niggerloving Coney Gracie Janibek felt a strange affection for him because he did not harm her to the limit that he could have.
Gavin Mitchell
hehe thanks for posting, OP. I'll make my traditional weekly in a few hours, hope to see you and BBCspammer there.
Julian Ross
She would've been prettier if she wasn't into blacks
Jaxon Gonzalez
Is this you, PEET Banjoonak poster?
Asher Phillips
holy shit hahahah THAT WAS SO QUICK!!!! finally he's back!! he went missing like 4 weeks in a row, but he did show up last week.
Jackson Hughes
Quit posting your BLACKED fantasies. Damn.
Blacked Angel Clara Hogan MiltonBANEK aka Niggershagging Coney Hogan waited for him, many nights after, leaving her window open wider than before. Believing that he could see her through her window, she undressed in front of it often, touched herself intimately often, and went to sleep without a nightgown or sheets to encumber him should he return to violate her again. But it'd been months and there was no sign from him. She gave up hope that he would ever come back.
A year had come and gone. Ciara renewed her lease even though she didn't really like her apartment very much, all in the hopes that he'd return to her. She ended up shutting her windows in the winter but didn't lock them, and took to wearing pajamas to bed again because of the chill. And no matter how patiently she waited for him, he hadn't returned. Eventually, Clara stopped expecting him.
Perhaps that was what the rapist was waiting for. For her to walk passed her window and not pause a moment to stare out longingly. Or perhaps he'd come to her on his own terms, finish in his own way, and torture her with anticipation.
Ciara had become a light sleeper over the past year, waiting up for him, hoping ever click, clack, or creak was him. Now she was certain. Certain that the window rumbled open and certain that she heard the swish of cloth climbing through the open space. The sound of his leather glove made her pussy wet but she didn't open her eyes.
She thought she could be dreaming. She'd dreamt this so many times before and woken up aching with need. If this were a dream, she wouldn't prove it by revealing herself. Ciara Ugly Horse Assface the Scottish Begorrah aka Niggerfucking Janjanek Janibek forced her body to relax and her breath to stay normal, just so she could feel him coming in.
Liam Foster
Is it true Ciara, who is alive, was deceived by a man named Miguel Corrales Fuerte Sanchez Acevedo mi Fuego y Gonzales?
BLACKED Angel Hortigay froze up, startled at the stinging sensation. She pushed herself up off the bed, attempting to get away from him, JD Higgins Thompkins-Parsons-Jackson, only to have him crush her under his weight, squeezing the breath out of her lungs. He grabbed her hair and forced her head to stay on the pillow where her pained moans muffled and choked.
"What, you don't like this?" he growled into her ear as he began to thrust deeply into her ass. This went on a little longer and Keeruh realized that she was relaxing into it. Anal didn't feel amazing, but the initial pain ebbed into a hopeless throb. She found that the more she breathed deeply, the less she minded it. Oh, she hated it, wished he'd stop thrusting so roughly into so virgin an area.
To relieve some of the pain, Ciara distracted herself by pressing a little harder on her clit, rubbing it in wide circles on beat to his thrust. Every push of his cock into her ass became a mixture of pain and pleasure. Knowing that she was secretly taking this for herself gave her a bubbling confidence and pushed her closer to an orgasm she hadn't expected.
Black Angel Janibek'd beat him to it, shook with an intense orgasm that tightened her body and made her moan deeply into her wet pillow. He was also surprised and stiffened above her as her cute Scottish butt clenched around his pulsating BLACK cock.
Asher Russell
I miss Janark
Luis Butler
Is Bananek die
Levi Ramirez
I love Carla so much, bros.
"F-fuck!" he groaned and without even rocking his hips further, he came into Ciara's freckled ass. He didn't move for a long while, breathing heavily along with her. Ciara could feel his gaze on her, incredulous. She felt proud of herself. She'd managed to come despite his attempts to block her. She wanted to whoop triumphantly but stayed very quiet, listening for his next move.
He pulled out of her when he was softer, slipping out easily from her thoroughly fucked asshole. He wiped his shrinking erection on the cloth of her shorts and silently pushed himself off of her bed. She heard him zip up, pause, an endearing chuckle, and then he climbed out of her window once more.
Had she impressed him? She wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe that he'd be back for her again and that those smelly orbiters would kill themselves.
For the next several weeks, the ache in her ass was the only proof she had that he'd been there and it was not just a very dirty and objectively smelly Scottish slut's dream.
Blake Edwards
Will Caria ever return to us
Jackson Jones
Was it true Ciara was a nice person?