Tara Lynn Foxx

Man, I'd rather be cruising the mall hunting for some thick black cock, but nope, I'm dragged to the shrink with my old man. We've been clashing since I learned to sass back, and Dr. Harvard's had it up to here. He spots Dad's racist vibes and suggests I take a ride on a massive black rod to fix things. Dad's fuming, ready to bolt, but I dive in, wrapping my plump lips around that endless ebony monster, slurping every veiny inch and teasing those heavy balls. Then I straddle his dark hose, my tight slit splitting wide like I'm popping out a huge black baby-maker. Dad's gagging at the sight of me gulping down a flood of thick black jizz straight from the source.