Chocolate yelped as the D'jala girls pinned her arms.  The boy's thrusts rolled her nipples against the silk sheets, over and over.  His hard, hot blade burned through her petals wildly.  The chocolate-skinned girl cried out wildly, shaking her head and blinking back tears.  She'd suffered such submision play before, but at the hands of experienced older men who loved nothing more than to make her cream over and over and over.  They were careful, expert, sometimes forceful, sometimes gentle.<br/><br/>This boy was wildfire!<br/><br/>Choclate bit her lower lip and struggled for control.  She gurguled deep in her throat.  Her inner muscled woke at last, and she rippled her folds around his member, squeezing and milking.<br/><br/>Then Chocolate screamed and creamed uncontrolably.  Her own movements had accidentaly allinged his blade with her most intimate and powerful soul spot, and he slamed his member into and over it over and over and over and over and over, relentlessly and mercilessly.  The black girl squirmed desperatly, taut but shapely muscles strugling against the superior force that held her in submisive position but ultimatly defeated by her own treacherous body.