You guess what the white bitch’s starin’ at. Diamond Doug walked me up four flights of stairs and down a dirty hallway. xxvideo And hookers. Most of the businesses were abandoned. Her dress was still up around her hips, the material flimsy and caked with dirt and crud. He knocked at a door with the number 43 on it. She had a pussy full of wiry black hair, it covered most of her lower belly and inched down her thighs. I watched her, she was kissing him and her hand was down the front of his pants. “The sweet smell of hard-earned cash.” He turned to me and said, “let’s go.” By then, Mr. She backed down. He held out his hand and accepted several hundred dollar bills, smiled and swept them
