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PETER, PAUL AND PASCAL: PART II

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They had expected some resistance but the woman slowly laid on her back as Paul parted her thick thighs, pulling down her pant exposing her clean shaved privates – Peter allowed Paul to have the first go this time as he watched his brother climb in-between the woman’s thighs and begin to lick her face as he fixed his cock’s head into her vaginal opening and pushed it in. Just then someone opened the door and walked in. “Imani,” the female voice said in a foreign accent that was distinctly British, “where is my meal, you husband-snatcher n!gger…” Peter turned to see a white woman whose cleavage was popping. “Sorry if I am interrupting, but Imani I am…” the white woman was suddenly cut short by Peter’s sudden charge catching her off-guard. Paul was by now deep inside Imani fucking her lustfully when he saw his brother “tidying” a white woman “Peter, damn it! After you! A white woman!” Paul shouted as he continued thrusting Imani’s pussy. “Fuck you’re really tight.” Peter comm...

PETER, PAUL AND PASCAL: PART I

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Three brothers. It’s understandable when one steals to feed. What is not excusable is when that becomes a way of life. Even much odious is when an innocent party is coerced into such a life. Peter and Paul had monitored the house “Guy, no one lives there except one caretaker.” Peter said. Paul was shocked “For real? The person has mind O. I no go even fit live there all alone.” Noting that the house was the only one in the area, a bit afar of from the others in the neighborhood. “Bro. Paul you dey fear.” The third occupant said from the backseat, which earned him a knock on his head by an angry Paul. “I am not your mate, okay?” Paul said, Peter chastised him for assaulting Pascal their younger brother. Pascal apologized. Some minutes to midnight, they struck. Peter skillfully entered the kitchen by breaking the glass frame with a piece of rock while Paul and Pascal waited outside, Pascal was trained as the get-away driver and the lookout. Pascal as an observant lo...