<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(124, 112, 107)">Name: </span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(124, 112, 107)">Jamal<br/>
<b>Location: </b>Outside<b><br/>
Tagged:</b> Jorja, Open<br/>
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Jamal was barefoot and shirtless, showing off his toned phsique and black skin. His shorts hung low around his hips, showing off his cum gutters. He was juggling a soccer ball, showing off his skills, as he walked down the beach. The beach was finally coming to life once more, an influx of college students now mixing with the locals. It was spring break and he was hoping to find some one fresh to bang. Of course, he wasn't opposed to scoring with a local girl - preferably some one he hand't hooked up with yet.<br/>
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He saw Jorja, a girl he had seen at local parties, and pursed his lips together. For a white girl, she was rather fine looking. They'd never hooked up before, but he wasn't opposed. She seemed intent on heading up to one of the vacation homes which had him curious. He scurried after her, nutmegging her with the soccer ball. "Gotcha." He says, chuckling softly before flicking the ball up with his feet, catching it deftly.<br/>
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Now closer to the house, he could hear some party music playing. "Looking to gate crash?"</span>