He squeezes your tit flesh hard! He uses your tits like handles to help aid his powerful thrusts. Over and over again he pistons that Big Black Nigger... Cock in and out of your stretched open hole! You’re moaning, begging, whimpering…most of what you say does not make sense. ‘Fuck me, Nigger….fuck it….yes, good, so good. Nigger….ahhh, fuck me…so big….so big. Breed…ahh…breed…ohh…Nigger…breed….me…ohhh…yessss….yessss.’ The Black stud looks down on you….who’s your Master!?, he commands. You look at. I tore them apart—the last vestiges of her dress, the underwear, any lingering restraint, nothing but tatters. She was so wet that I felt like I'd been absorbed. The loud slap reverberated as her gigantic behind impacted my stomach. I groaned. The searing warmth around my cock slowed time, so I allowed a few moments of sensuous peace. But I had a promise to keep, so I pulled out, smiling at her distressed whine. My cock was covered in her juices, the head glistening. She tried to adjust, legs. Cal laughed. "Nice try, but I know you're awake."Harley opened her eyes to glare at him."Okay, sleepyhead, first thing's first, tell me your name." I want to get dressed," she said instead of answering his question."Tell me your name, and then you can get dressed." Harley." Harley," he repeated her. "Don't try to escape like that again," the harsh warning tone in his voice made Harley look away."You said I could get dressed." Here." He handed her a gown, nice, but practical."Turn around," she. Moran? He put his man-thing in me-- fuuuncceckkked me! And..." her voice turned dreamy, thoughtful... "I liked it! It hurt a little bit at first, especially when he seemed to tear me!"That's when she lost her cherry, Mavis mused, driving off. Oh, what a lovely baby--and BODY!--Mavis pouted, deftly adjusting the mirror so she could glance up and see Becky's reflection as she drove. She wished Becky would relax, spread her knees--but she knew that Willie's jizz coated her inner legs. Damn! She.