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The Marshall and Melinda Sex Fantasy Part 2 (Part 1 is Somewhere Around Page 79) @TamarYaelBatYah
Marshall finishes having an anal orgasm on top of Melinda and is full of joy. She never thought she would actually enjoy the contents of his butt in her mouth, but they tasted sweet to her. Marshall gets off of squatting over her and lays down on his stomach, since laying on his back would be too painful on his ass....
Fast forward 10 years and the year is now 2030. Melinda and Marshall are no longer together. Melinda managed to fuck up the roast one too many times causing Marshall to beat her with his workman's belt he got at Home Depot. Melinda still lives in Section 8 housing in some shitty part of Richmond, barely getting by. She never went back to school because it was just too hard.
Now, Marshall's story is very interesting. He was sued by both Melinda and that other woman for child support. The genius actually decided to try personally suing the judges who handled his frivolous Kiwi Farms case. This backfired on Marshall because he was suing individuals because they didn't interpret his case by Torah standarda, but followed the secular laws of Babylon. They were also people with money and power who have access to billions and he makes $10 an hour as a bricklayer. This was one of the fastest cases to ever be thrown out.
This bankrupted Marshall leaving him with no choice but to try his luck as a gay sex worker and stripper. He can be found stripping at a local bar on the African side of Richmond. At the present moment, Marshall is wearing a jockstrapand showing off his AIDS infested hole to the scummiest of blacks who frequent "Loose Booty Male XXX Club". The client behind Marshall asks if they can go in the VIP room and of he can have a private dance. This could mean big $$$ for him and he really needs the cash.
Marshall begins the private dance by asking the client for his name. "Dey call me Bubba here in da hood. I own deese streets" says the collosal black man. "Well then let me give you the dance of your life hun," Marshall says to his client hoping he can get more dollars. Marshall does his thing: he goes up and down the pole, bends over, puts his butt cheeks between the pole, motor boats Bubba, etc. Now, the VIP room at "Loose Booty" isnt monitored by a bouncer so Bubba has complete privacy. All of a sudden Bubba says "Toot that booty like you never did before nigga!" and puts Marshall's small 5'7 frame in the piledriver sex position. "What are you doing!" Screams Marshall, "you cant touch me!"
"This is my swamp now", Bubba whispers into Marshall's ear. Bubba then thrusts his 9 inch man meat into Marshall's unlubricated butthole. Marshall can feel his butt tearing and he yells out both in ecstasy and pain. Bubba climaxes with joy as he fills Marshall with his love.
Bubba then pushes Marshall over and leaves the room. Marshall's ass is permanently prolapsed now from years of being abused by everyone. He sits down on his prolapsed butt, wiping blood and poop all over the floor. Hopefully as he gets dressed and leaves the club no one will notice the poop, cum and blood running down his leg. This is now a normal day in his sad, pathetic life.
The end.
Marshall finishes having an anal orgasm on top of Melinda and is full of joy. She never thought she would actually enjoy the contents of his butt in her mouth, but they tasted sweet to her. Marshall gets off of squatting over her and lays down on his stomach, since laying on his back would be too painful on his ass....
Fast forward 10 years and the year is now 2030. Melinda and Marshall are no longer together. Melinda managed to fuck up the roast one too many times causing Marshall to beat her with his workman's belt he got at Home Depot. Melinda still lives in Section 8 housing in some shitty part of Richmond, barely getting by. She never went back to school because it was just too hard.
Now, Marshall's story is very interesting. He was sued by both Melinda and that other woman for child support. The genius actually decided to try personally suing the judges who handled his frivolous Kiwi Farms case. This backfired on Marshall because he was suing individuals because they didn't interpret his case by Torah standarda, but followed the secular laws of Babylon. They were also people with money and power who have access to billions and he makes $10 an hour as a bricklayer. This was one of the fastest cases to ever be thrown out.
This bankrupted Marshall leaving him with no choice but to try his luck as a gay sex worker and stripper. He can be found stripping at a local bar on the African side of Richmond. At the present moment, Marshall is wearing a jockstrapand showing off his AIDS infested hole to the scummiest of blacks who frequent "Loose Booty Male XXX Club". The client behind Marshall asks if they can go in the VIP room and of he can have a private dance. This could mean big $$$ for him and he really needs the cash.
Marshall begins the private dance by asking the client for his name. "Dey call me Bubba here in da hood. I own deese streets" says the collosal black man. "Well then let me give you the dance of your life hun," Marshall says to his client hoping he can get more dollars. Marshall does his thing: he goes up and down the pole, bends over, puts his butt cheeks between the pole, motor boats Bubba, etc. Now, the VIP room at "Loose Booty" isnt monitored by a bouncer so Bubba has complete privacy. All of a sudden Bubba says "Toot that booty like you never did before nigga!" and puts Marshall's small 5'7 frame in the piledriver sex position. "What are you doing!" Screams Marshall, "you cant touch me!"
"This is my swamp now", Bubba whispers into Marshall's ear. Bubba then thrusts his 9 inch man meat into Marshall's unlubricated butthole. Marshall can feel his butt tearing and he yells out both in ecstasy and pain. Bubba climaxes with joy as he fills Marshall with his love.
Bubba then pushes Marshall over and leaves the room. Marshall's ass is permanently prolapsed now from years of being abused by everyone. He sits down on his prolapsed butt, wiping blood and poop all over the floor. Hopefully as he gets dressed and leaves the club no one will notice the poop, cum and blood running down his leg. This is now a normal day in his sad, pathetic life.
The end.
