Lake Russell

Man, my pounding headaches had me score some 'herbs' from a white dude pushing product. Kid swore he was all grown, running his own hustle, but boom—Ms. Lake Russell storms in like a boss bitch. I snagged a stash of that green goodness, but she calls bullshit, no surprise since I'm fresh out the joint. She's pissed, ditching work nonstop to drag her deadbeat son's ass outta trouble. Time to shut this down her way, with those soft pale hands callin' the shots. She hits me with a deal too hot to pass: Pound her with my massive black rod in some wild interracial action, and I ghost her boy for good. No chance to blink before she's slurping my thick ebony meat, gobbling it down like it's her last meal. I flip her every which way, slamming that juicy white ass hard and deep. We're goin' at it right in front of her kid, who can't look away as I wreck his mom's tight hole. I bail after blasting a massive load all over her pretty face, and yeah, my primo plants are still tucked safe with me.