In the quiet town of Willowbrook, nestled against the banks of the lazy River Meadow, there lived a young woman named Salem. With her dark red hair and emerald eyes, she was often the subject of local whispers and furtive glances. Her days were filled with the mundane tasks of running the town’s general store, serving customers with a smile that never quite reached her eyes. Salem had a secret, a hunger that gnawed at her from the inside, a craving that the dusty shelves and small-town gossip could never satisfy.

It was a sweltering summer evening when she first laid eyes on him. Tall and broad-shouldered, the stranger walked into her store with a confidence that made her pulse quicken. His skin was the color of midnight, a stark contrast to the pale faces of Willowbrook’s residents. His eyes, dark and intense, swept over her with a hunger that mirrored her own. His name was Marcus, a drifter passing through on his way to nowhere in particular. He had a mysterious allure that seemed to pull her in, and she found herself eager to learn more about him.

As they talked, Salem felt something stir within her, a primal need she had never truly acknowledged before. His voice was a velvet rumble that seemed to resonate through her very soul, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to the power he exuded. She found herself staring at his hands, wondering what they would feel like on her body, and her thoughts grew increasingly bold. The heat outside seemed to seep into the store, making the air thick and charged with an electricity that made her skin tingle.

His skin was dark and handsome. His package is visible, but not intentionally. The way he would ask Salem her name was like nothing she had ever heard before. All she could think of was hot it has been such a long time before she had a taste of a big black cock. This was going to be an adventure she was more than willing to go on. 

I’m Salem McKenzie

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