MN Manmacker's mansploitation
Gerald guffawed, and Malcolm smiled along, though remember, he was steady growing less appreciatory of this kinda bawdy talk.
Gerald guffawed, and Malcolm smiled along, though remember, he was steady growing less appreciatory of this kinda bawdy talk.
Malcolm got up then, ready to open the doors and facilimake an orderly exit after services. Cherrymore’s sermon was almost done.
“-so the victory that matters most,” Pastor Cherrymore said, “-is the spiritual victory over sin.” Malcolm got up then, ready to open the doors and facilimake an orderly exit after services. Cherrymore’s sermon was almost done. “A Christian life gonna give you othuh victories, shure, shure, shure, of course. It might get’cha a promotion or a new job. It might get the Bobcats a victory over Tipson next week-” The conflagration went wild with cheers. Birmingham was a community college football town. There weren’t no pro team nearby, nor even semi-pro. Folks enjoyed proper college ball too, of course, but this corner of Alabama got no universities. The local high schools got teams, and they was plenty popular, but loyalties was divided amongst of the schools.
He was Christian enough that he ain’t like to witness Gerald fornicating willy-nilly like a dicking dandy. Malcolm ain’t always been a perfect boyfriend and soon-to-be husband with his darling Edwina, but he at least had the common courtesy to feel ashameous for it.
He ain’t admire for Gerald to cheat on that fine Nubian female waiting at home for him. Malcolm weren’t a committed Christian at the time, but he was Christian enough that he ain’t like to witness Gerald fornicating willy-nilly like a dicking dandy. Malcolm ain’t always been a perfect boyfriend and soon-to-be husband with his darling Edwina, but he at least had the common courtesy to feel ashameous for it.
Thinking about how his wife Edwina might could touch him sweet as sugar tonight made Malcolm’s rod go throb-a-dob with a rhythm of loyal mahogany
Malcolm got a whiff of a stiffy for a jiffy when he heard Brothah Reno riffing over his booty mama, and thinking about how his wife Edwina might could touch him sweet as sugar tonight made Malcolm’s rod go throb-a-dob with a rhythm of loyal mahogany, but he ain’t got no hard-on harding on at this very moment. Neverthelessly, he wanna sympathate with Big John parochial-like, and Malcolm still carried memories of his pre-Christian cravery.
“If’n you don’t like mah rules, you can stroll right back down to lockup! I’ll even drive you if’n you ain’t the petesdrian type! But when you in my car, you steerin’ my wheel. No catcallin’ after girlies, no gropitatin‘ no females, no n-words!”
From Tyrell the Mandingo
A wife constituates half the puzzle men is commanded to complete.
Brother Reno agreed to take a cold shower next time he lusted up in his heart. Malcolm weren’t sure if he believed Brother Reno was gonna follow through on that plan, but he believed Brother Reno believed in it. He was on the road to satisfaction.
He need a wife, Malcolm thought. A man without a wife gonna end up in sin, nine times outta ten. A wife constituates half the puzzle men is commanded to complete.
Malcolm Chesway is a church deacon and a retired cop.
Descriptions
Malcolm Chesway was a deacon, and you could tell at a glance that he was a retired cop. He be strutting wide and gaiting long, like he was used to wearing a heavy belt, and he sport a thick copstache, a Southern-drawling tone too deep for his dome and a no-bluff aura like he got a love for bossing niggas about.
From Tyrell the Mandingo
Malcolm got a powerhouse frame, and they was intimated about him sitting naked among ’em. He been lifting weights for longer than these pups been barking, and he got work and weathered skin with sags, wrinkles, cuts, scars and cellulite. But beneath that he got flesh a-brim to bursting, and he flexed as he sternly shushed and set them steady watching the sermon.
Malcolm’s a church-goin’ black DILF, and he’s gonna do whatever it takes to blow a load without sullying his soul. That means getting down and dirty on the DL with ebony mandingos, white hobos and alpha males of all kinds! They don’t have to like it, they just have to submit to his authority.
So can he get the release he’s craving?!
Malcolm is a church-going Bible-thumpin’ head man in charge around Ebenezer Baptist Church in Birmingham, but that doesn’t stop him from dropping his pants, cracking skulls and laying pipe when the situation calls for it… He’s willing to get down and dirty when he’s got to!
That’s why he’s in for a bevy of hot man-on-man action, with jocks, hobos, trustees, drug dealers and more!
