She sat down on his bed and relaxed enjoying his strong hands that were rubbing her aching back.
She was stunned when he suddenly grabbed her tits, pulled her shirt up and ripped her bra off.
Relatives in New York state had already assumed that she had died at the hands of Gary Ridgway, just like dozens of prostitutes who worked in the Seattle area in the early 1980s.
But it wasn’t until April that Major’s cousin called the King County Sheriff’s Office after seeing a Lifetime channel movie about Ridgway, who was dubbed the Green River Killer because he dumped some of his victims in or along a river that runs through King County.
Results showed that DNA of the remains matched the family’s DNA.
The list goes on of news/media outlets who used their voice to help me make a very obvious point. Nothing to do with any of the women, but everything to do with a system that doesn't credit black women for their contributions to pop culture as freely/quickly as they reward others.
Elizabeth filled two glasses with vodka and returned to her laundry.
She didn't suspect that she was just a minute away from getting roughly banged by the wasted little fuckers who had got tempted by her sexy ass.
She got out of the cabin, put on her bathrobe, went out of the bathroom and was stunned to see the young bastard squeezing his cock in his hand and gazing at her with a lustful glance.
She tried to bring him to reason but he greedily pounced on her body, rammed his stiff meat down her hairy pussy and pumped it full of his sticky cum.