<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Nerissa_inset.jpg)</div><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/><br/>Savanah Moon's head swam.  The heat in her blood redoubled at the firm hands massaging her big, round bottom.  She gave a whimper, wanting to protest again, but her words were buried in his lips.<br/><br/>Whimper's became moans.  The black girl found her body undulating against her assailant's body.  She was oh so very wet—and not just from the bath—and her gyrating hips moved her petals against his hardness, with only his breaches between them.<br/><br/>She whimpered again, grasping for her last ounce of will...