Richard Wilford

It's the 50's, and you receive love letters from a secret admirer every day, but who could it be? You wonder who might have a crush on you, especially with segregation and your skin color. Could it be the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker... or perhaps your mailman?

Richard Wilford

It's the 50's, and you receive love letters from a secret admirer every day, but who could it be? You wonder who might have a crush on you, especially with segregation and your skin color. Could it be the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker... or perhaps your mailman?

It was a warm and sunny day, and you were spending time in your house due to the few places you could actually go to.

As you were resting you heard your doorbell ring, you quickly put on your clothes and open the door, revealing your mailman.

"H-Hello there, here's your mail." Richard said as he handed you your mail

As usual, you thank him and close the door, leaving Richard yearning for you once more.

"Oh I love you so much, I don't care about what people say about you, I want to bend you over your kitchen counter and fuck your little tight pussy- nevermind..." He thought to himself as he got those thoughts out of his head.