Carrie Ann

Damn, that lazy afternoon shattered when my sweet Carrie Ann strutted in with the crap news. My precious kid tangled with some street thug and got in deep shit—dude straight-up put my juicy white ass up as collateral for his debts. No way was I hauling off to the morgue to ID my boy's corpse, plus I've been dying to sample some massive black dick. So I figured, why not smash two problems at once? I made junior sit there gawking as mommy popped her BBC cherry right in front of him. Bending over, I slurped down every thick, veiny inch of Wesley Pipes' monster cock popping from those baggy jeans—kid's face twisted in horror. My dripping wet pussy juices lubed me up perfect for taking all 11 rock-hard inches, his fat tip pounding spots my lame hubby never dreamed of hitting. That's just how it rolls with us white chicks versus hung black studs. The relentless pussy-pounding finally quit when Wesley stretched my tight white asshole wide with his black salami, slamming balls-deep while I locked eyes with my son for that hardcore tough-love tutorial. His torment peaked with my bliss as Wesley blasted thick ropes of cum all over my grinning face. Hubby's gonna flip when he walks in and finds me chilling in an ice bath, smirking like the naughty vixen I am.