Tara Lynn Foxx

I could have been shopping for some dark pleasure at the mall, but instead, I'm here at the therapist's office with my father. Our relationship has been strained ever since I started standing up for myself, and Dr. Harvard has picked up on the tension.

He sensed traces of discrimination in my father and suggested that I engage in intimate activities with a well-endowed African American. My father was reluctant, but before he could leave, I eagerly indulged in every aspect of that sizable ebony member. I paid attention to every detail, exploring his manhood thoroughly.

As if that wasn't satisfying enough, I positioned myself over his considerable manhood, experiencing an intense sensation similar to giving birth. My father, who disapproves of interracial encounters, was appalled by my actions as I eagerly consumed the abundant release of the black partner.