He paused, glanced back at the beautiful, sweat-soaked black girl. She
sat slouched in the passenger seat, breathing heavily, staring into her
lap with vacant eyes. Her bra was back in place now, but much of her
taut, flawless, creamy-brown skin was still exposed.
At 12 years old, Deborah Yvonne Davis had the sweet, innocent face
of a young girl, but the fetching body of a woman, years older. It was her
blessing and her curse.
Jonathan stared long and hard, savoring the sight of her. His bowed
erection was still at full bore. A look of self-satisfaction covered his pockmarked
face. With a cocky swagger, he...
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