Violet Monroe

As a total junkie for interracial action, spotting Shane Diesel at my corner yogurt joint blew my mind. My wimpy boyfriend freaked when I gushed over the legend, but damn, all I could think about was his massive black beast slamming every inch of me. The pathetic prick hated my fangirl vibe, so Shane scored an invite to wreck me while the loser watched and jotted pointers. He stripped off my gear—the crap my dud funded—and my lips locked onto his monster third leg. I slurped that dark slab like never before; tiny white dicks never hit my tonsils. Next, my dripping slit got railed by his ebony jackhammer, stretching my pale hole till it's trashed for losers—screw that, I love it. Visions of Shane owning white chicks flooded my brain. I begged him to pry my buns wide for deep black invasion. Felt like a fat salami spearing my backdoor, and I got off hard doing it right in front of the spineless sap. Even pecked his face while mine took a pounding from that dark howitzer. Ass-fucked to my limit, I had Shane blast his load over my snatch, and my so-called man slurped every drop like a good cuck.