{"product_id":"2940148430469","title":"White Girl Plowed Beneath the Office Desk (A WW\/BM Interracial Erotic Romance)","description":"Diana had never been with a black man before. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen refereeing the company flag football game, she cheated in order to help Raymond, a chiseled mahogany man with the body of a god, win the game for his team. As Diana snuck off to the office to change out of her skimpy referee outfit, Raymond demanded answers on why she helped him win. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDiana admitted her crush, which was liberating--she had found it difficult to concentrate at work, due to nonstop fantasies of his brown flesh against her milky white skin, his bulbous manhood exploring every opening in her body. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat follows is a steam encounter, filled with sucking, massive black steel, doggy style, sixty-nine, ball sucking, rug burn and rocking the office desk until Raymond blesses her with the sticky fruit of his loins. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWARNING... This story is HOT, HOT, HOT! If you've ever dreamed of interracial lust, be prepared to for stimulation that you never thought possible by reading a story. It's nearly 5,000 words long, and filled with descriptive action that will turn you on to the point that you'll be naked before you get to the end of the story. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRaymond stalked Diana from behind and squared around to face her, not allowing her coy retreat.\u003cbr\u003e“You knew I dropped the ball, didn’t you?” he asked.\u003cbr\u003eDiana glanced at his eyes briefly, but couldn’t hold eye contact, so she shifted her focus to his shoulders, which were—so damn muscular. \u003cbr\u003eDamn it, focus, Diana, she thought to herself. \u003cbr\u003eWith him looking down at her, her eyes scanned down to his perfectly perky pecs, and down lower to his chiseled abdomen, which poked through his form fitting t-shirt like a superhero. His skin tone drove her nuts more than anything, because Diana was pretty fair skinned, even for a white girl. She tanned every now and then, but more than anything enjoyed her vanilla complexion. She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t picture what type of beautiful mish mash of color they’d create with Raymond on top of her … inside of her. \u003cbr\u003eShit. I said focus!\u003cbr\u003eDiana shook her head, physically making herself snap out of the dirty little fantasies that she was shifting into. Her butt muscles clinched as she stood up straight, and was determined to make eye contact with this sexy brown man in front of her. She turned her face toward Raymond’s and replied. \u003cbr\u003e“Do you want the truth?” she asked.\u003cbr\u003eRaymond cracked a perfect smile, displaying his rows of pearly whites.\u003cbr\u003e“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he responded. \u003cbr\u003e“Yes I saw you drop the ball. Happy?” she said, before turning her back once more, digging into her purse for her keys. \u003cbr\u003e“Why?” Raymond responded immediately.\u003cbr\u003e“Hm?” Diana responded, as if she didn’t hear him. \u003cbr\u003eHe walked toward Diana and placed his hands on her hips. \u003cbr\u003eOh my God, Diana thought to herself, the alarms ringing in her head. \u003cbr\u003eShe felt a bulge against her round buttocks, which had to be his … ahem. She snapped to attention. \u003cbr\u003e“What do you mean, why?” she asked, feigning ignorance. \u003cbr\u003e“Why did you call it a touchdown if you knew I dropped the ball,” Raymond said into Diana’s ear, his manhood pressing more firmly against her plush cheeks, more deliberately this time. \u003cbr\u003eShe could feel her fight or flight response kicking in, and she was certain that her voice quivered with every word that she spoke. The dominance and raw masculinity he exuded was a truth serum—the was no way that Diana would be able to lie in his presence when he had the bulge in his pants pressed against her, which felt to be pretty sizable, and his strong, rugged hands grasping at her hips. \u003cbr\u003e“I asked you a question,” Raymond said coyly, biting Diana’s earlobe with the edge of his teeth. \u003cbr\u003eHis voice made her knees weak and the grin left her face, as she was to flush with horniness to play games. \u003cbr\u003e“I have a little crush on you,” Diana admitted.","brand":"Marlo Peterson","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47084152094960,"sku":"2940148430469","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940148430469_p0.jpg?v=1763703000","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940148430469","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}