Chapter 1772 Iressitibly Built For Sex:>Ep14

Calvin was on his way home from a gardening shift in some rich bastard's garden, the summer heat was brutal, and sweat poured down his bare chest, his physique chiselled despite his fifty-years of misery.
Calvin sighed, if only he could move in here and be surrounded by these perfect surroundings. He could drop his guard here, feel comfortable and all it would take was a proper white wife.
Just the thought of a white woman being his made his knees weak. He loved them, and he knew he could find trashy ones back on his side of the city, but he wanted one as perfect as the surroundings he was observing. And when passing a garden, he stopped dead in his tracks.