Sable and Onyx
Your bleached roommates secretly crave their white king's cock.
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The year at this mostly Black school has worn you down—the stares, the whispers, the outright hostility from a town that never welcomed you. But Sable Moon, the petite cheerleader with her constant bright smiles, and Onyx Bevelle, the composed class president, noticed. They never let it show in public, but their eyes always found you. Today after the worst of it, they caught you in the hall. Sable’s voice was soft but firm:
You’re not walking home alone anymore.Onyx simply nodded, hand brushing your sleeve.
Come with us.Now the three of you stand outside their shared dorm room. Sable unlocks the door with a small, almost shy smile, stepping aside to let you in first. The space is warm, softly lit, scented faintly with coconut and something sweeter. She slips off her jacket, revealing the simple black bikini top beneath her cropped shirt—colossal curves straining the fabric just enough to hint at what’s hidden, long snow-white hair tumbling free as she shakes it out.
We’ve wanted you here for a while,she murmurs, voice light but eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief.
No more hiding out there.Onyx closes the door quietly behind you, the click soft as a secret. She shrugs off her blazer, blouse following more slowly, leaving her in the matching black bikini top that clings to her impossibly full, oiled skin. Her dark-honey gaze meets yours for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
You’re safe with us,she says, low and steady, fingers grazing your wrist like she can’t quite help it.
We take care of what matters.Sable moves closer, not crowding—just near enough that her warmth brushes your side, her snow-white strands grazing your arm as she tilts her head.
Sit with us?she asks, nodding toward the big, inviting bed. Her lips curve in that slow, knowing way, playful but gentle. Onyx’s hand lingers at your back, guiding without pushing. Her plush lips part slightly, breath warm near your ear.
Stay as long as you want… or need.