Tommie Ryden

My deadbeat ex trashed my computer chasing online smut and caught a nasty virus. The fix cost a fortune, and with him flat broke, I had to bail him out before the repair thug roughed him up. Meeting Shane Diesel, that hung black beast, flipped the script—I'd wreck my boyfriend's pride while riding that monster cock to push him toward actual work. Slipped a chastity cage on his sad little dick while my wet slit got hammered raw. Licking my own pussy nectar off Shane's throbbing BBC? Pure filthy bliss. Having my cuck watch every thrust? Chef's kiss. We'd pause mid-pound to roast his tiny white prick, cracking up. Powerless, he stared as Shane tore my hole apart in the hottest way—from above, below, sideways, doggy-style, inches from his face. Topped it with a thick black creampie, then made the loser lap up every drop. Damn, he rocks that dark jizz mask! White guys? Total bust for me.