A mini pudge protrudes under her chocolate mounds, with stretch marks creating a trail to her treasures hidden below. Her breast seems to hide the fact of any children. Above her right breast on the side of her right shoulder, I find a red rose embedded in her dark chocolate skin. Connected to the rose is a black line that attached to a cursive “I” that connects to a set of letters: FREDII spells out in black ink. I soon lose interest in the spelling when I see bright red lips slowly going down onto the tip of my member. Her mouth feels cold, as her painted lips reach down to the seven-inch mark of my nine-inch manhood.