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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by M...)

For several months this goes on, fully sinking in and becoming your reality. You think the relationship with Rachel is going well. She makes you cum to your newfound and implanted addiction time after time. You couldn’t be more content.

And then one day Rachel texts you. The words you read crush your soul.

“You told me to let you know if I wasn’t happy anymore and I’m not. I’m sorry Ross, but this just isn’t doing it for me anymore. I don’t want you calling me and I never want to hear from you again.”

Stunned, you cycle through all of the recent conversations between the two of you in your mind, searching for a reason or an explanation and finding none. She cuts you off absolutely and instantly, blocking you on social media and blocking you from sending any messages or calls. Your heart sinks in agony.

You find that you are completely and utterly ruined and lost without her. She had become your every desire. Your vice before had always been to watch porn, but every time you turn it on and see an interracial clip, you think of her. You do your best to move on, but it hurts. You know you will always love her. Then one day, shopping in your local supermarket, you turn a corner and lock eyes with her, walking hand in hand with a humongous black man. It looks as though she’s found her college athlete after all. He towers over her, and as she stares at you coldly, a wicked smile creeps over her face. “Hello, Ross,” she says.

Your eyes dart all along her body, your mind trying to soak in as much of what you’ve been so long deprived of and so badly long for as it can in this quick little interaction.

Her perfect tits peek out of the top of her black tank top. Her athletic shorts reveal her flawless tan legs that held such beauty that they always nearly brought you to your knees. They lead down to her exposed, pretty feet. She wears black flip flops and has her toenails painted black. You lift your gaze back up again to try and once again meet her piecing eyes, but you get caught in place once you reach her stomach. A shocking realization suddenly hits you like a ton of bricks… she’s pregnant.