Chelsie Rae

Hey, I'm from a bunch of hillbilly folks, and my old man's got this thick skull that won't let him accept his girl's hooked on black dick—nothing else hits the spot. He's shoved his buddies' white sons my way, but those dudes blow their load in seconds, total buzzkill. Sure, I gotta toe the line while crashing under his roof, but this tight pink slit craves what it craves, no apologies. He dragged me to some shrink to flip me to white meat, but nah, Dr. Harvard backed me up, spotting Dad's bigot bullshit a mile away. Then he calls in Dr. Long, and damn, my grin stretched wide. Only fix is showing Pops me going wild on black cock, up close and personal. He balked but stuck around, too proud to bail. Inches from his face, Justin Long's massive black rod pumped in and out of my eager lips, getting me soaked downstairs. Perfect, 'cause I'd need every drop of that juice to stretch around that thick shaft. My howls of ecstasy pounding that black beast? Yeah, that'll haunt Daddy forever.