Lina Paige

Hey, I'm Lina Paige, all grown up and footing my own bills, but that ain't enough for my pushy old man. Busted him snooping through my emails, texts, and statements. Nearly gave him a heart attack when he spotted my flirty message from that hung black bull. Pop scraped up cash to drag us to Dr. Harvard and hash it out, but shit went sideways fast. Dad's black-guy paranoia had the doc suggesting he watch the stud wreck my tight white snatch—brilliant fix, right? I dropped to my knees, stuffing as much of that thick black cock down my throat as I could while Papa buried his face in his hands. His fidgeting got lost in the sloppy sounds of my pussy dripping wet from just the head teasing my lips. Thought the head job wrapped it up? Nah, that massive black snake pounded my hole to pieces, shattering Dad's dreams. Finally, he unloaded ropes of hot black jizz all over my smirking face. Pop still can't meet my eyes—hilarious! With Richard Mann as the beast.