Scarlett Pain

I own the biggest, heaviest tits in the room and they still aren't enough. My pussy wants cock like a junkie wants a fix, and my limp-dick boyfriend can't keep up for more than a minute before he wilts. I've got the kind of smooth white cunt that can drain any dick dry, so I keep my legs open only for black men who don't fold under pressure. To prove I was serious, I locked his little cock in a chastity cage so he wouldn't even get the chance to try. Talk is cheap, so the real men showed up—long, thick black cocks that stretched past my fist. My cuck had to kneel and listen while they called him every name in the book and he stayed soft in his cage like the broken toy he is. I love him in some twisted way, but my throat needed stretching first. Those black cocks rammed past my tonsils until my eyes watered and my jaw ached, and every brutal thrust only made me wetter. My tits got slapped red while my so-called man watched from the floor. Then my once-tight pussy got split wide; each black cock punched straight to my cervix and stayed there, balls slapping heavy against me. The sound alone made me clench and drip. When they finished, thick ropes painted my face and tits, and my cuck crawled over to lick every drop off my skin and out of my used hole, tasting what he'll never be.