Gianna Michaels

Man, I've been dating this dude forever, and I swear he's gonna pop the question any minute. But screw that—no way I'm stuck with a guy who picks the game over pounding his busty babe. Time to school him on what happens when his puny white prick can't step up for mama. I called in the roughest, hungriest black studs around. Boom, clothes off, my massive jugs bouncing wild as I slobber from one massive shaft to the next. Slaps on my thick ass rang out like fireworks—let the neighbors eavesdrop, who cares? I craved that BBC fix bad. My cuck boyfriend should've been jotting tips, but nah, he was glued to the epic railing I was taking. Felt like my snatch was gonna split wide with every throbbing black inch slamming my womb. Jaws ached trying to gulp down those beer-can-thick monsters, stuffing me fuller than ever. He figured the fun ended when those hot black loads blasted everywhere, but oh boy, that was just the teaser before our date night grub. Turns out the wimp had some tongue game, lapping up all that sticky cream like a pro. Still, he's forever pale and pint-sized. I'm over this clown for good.