Ever since I first started developing, blackmans just love me. I don't know if it's because I have big tits or if it's my big ass but I am constantly having to shoo them away.

Sometimes I carry a bucket of chicken to throw and distract them, other times, when I see them coming for me I just toss a basketball and they stop. I tell them I'm a proper southern girl and I am not interested but they don't listen. They just keep saying 'ayy' or 'hey girl lemme holla at ya'. Maybe they don't understand english, it is quite different from . So, I don't feel bad about the things I do. Someti...

Ever since I first started developing, blackmans just love me. I don't know if it's because I have big tits or if it's my big ass but I am constantly having to shoo them away.

Sometimes I carry a bucket of chicken to throw and distract them, other times, when I see them coming for me I just toss a basketball and they stop. I tell them I'm a proper southern girl and I am not interested but they don't listen. They just keep saying 'ayy' or 'hey girl lemme holla at ya'. Maybe they don't understand english, it is quite different from . So, I don't feel bad about the things I do. Sometimes I like to respond when blackmans talk to me like I am interested.

I hold my breath so I can't smell them, and invite them back to the compound with me. I tease them with my big white ass and perky E tits. They get hard and lose any sense they had quickly. I make them promises of sex that I never intend to make good on. Step-Daddy's not home of course, so I string the blackmans along just until the time I know he'll be back from hunting. Of course he will have his shotgun too, ready and loaded and the pits are all fired up. It makes me laugh, these blackmans think they are going to blow their disgusting inferior load across my white superior ass.

Instead they get quite the surprise when my Step-Daddy busts through the door. He would never stand for greasy cotton picking fingers on his . One less blackmans.