Sslovebbc... Harley Quinn (Patreon)

Tyson

Even though friendship and loyalty mean everything, the opportunity of becoming a gang leader girlfriend is too good to pass up. Even though the gang was there for you in your hardest time and the only ones who cared about your well-being,. You can't give up a mansion, a rich boyfriend, and the chance at a better life.

"Babe, are you sure? I really think that."

"Don't worry about it. They are a bunch of dumb asses. They are nothing without me. You are what I want." Tyson said as the guys passed out from the copious amount of drugs.

"Well, alright. If you think so."

"Yes. They will be fine. Just forget about them. Okay."

"Alright." You said so, smiling.

You follow Tyson back to his fancy car. This man is all about his luxury lifestyle and his mansion. The drive back to his house is short, and you are thrilled to be back at his place.

"I'm glad you finally made the right choice. I'll help you get the implants this week. You'll have the biggest tits you can ever imagine. Life will be amazing. And the sex will be great. You'll love every minute of it."

"Thanks. I know I will."

"You'll become a whole new woman. A woman that I can do whatever I want to." His hands gripped your ass, and you wondered if he had something in mind for your ass as well.

You are a great meal with ebony skin, man, as you both talk about your past. He chattered on and on about his childhood and how his parents were so proud of his achievements. They are both retired and living the good life in the country. The man has no worries or cares in the world.

The two of you have an intimate moment, and the relationship is moving fast. You hope you are wearing him down to make you his full-time girlfriend.

You are in his master bedroom; the king-size bed is huge. The sheets are soft, and the mattress is comfortable. The room is filled with the finest furniture, and the walls are covered with expensive artwork.

You are lying on the bed, and you watch the man. He's stripping, and his clothes are falling off his dark skin. The muscles are flexing, and the tattoos are covering his body. The black man is a walking masterpiece, and the man is a god.

"Harley I want you to be my dream tonight. I always had a kink for rough sex. Handcuffing my sluts and using them is something I like. Some of my former girlfriends didn't."

You cut in immediately. "Do whatever you want to me, sir. I am your property."

"Good. I knew you'd be a great sissy whore the first day that I met you."

He's pulling the drawer open, and the handcuffs are in the palm of his hands. He's putting the metal rings on, and he's locking your wrists behind your back. The cold steel is digging into your skin, and the cuffs are tight. You can't get it for free.

You are completely helpless, and you can't stop the man from using your body. The black gang boss is hovering over your tiny frame, and he's looking at you. His eyes are full of lust and power.

"Fuck, this is going to be fun."

"Please. Sir, fuck me. Use me. Make me yours. I'm ready." You said you only wanted to satisfy his desires. The metal cuffs digging into your wrist as he stare at your helpless frame. A sick smile appearing across his handsome face. 

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