Alexia Sky

Meet Shane Diesel. His black cock dwarfs any white boy’s and leaves them shamed. He’s in my bed so I can toy with him before the real show starts. Bob obeys because he knows one wrong move and Shane will rip him apart. The begging, the tears—none of it softens Shane. Black dicks stay hard for petite blondes like me. I struggle to swallow him, jaw aching, spit running down my chin. I switch to licking those heavy balls just to buy time. Bob stays locked in chastity, tiny white dick useless behind steel. His whining gets old fast, so I stuff a white cloth between his teeth right as Shane sinks into me. The thrust knocks the air from my lungs. Shane fucks hard, deeper than anything Bob ever managed. When he cums, it’s a thick flood that leaves me leaking. I make Bob crawl between my legs and lap every drop that spills from my swollen pussy. He gags, but the leather strap in my hand keeps his tongue busy. The ring’s already on my finger. Bob still owes ten grand and a lifetime of watching me take black cock whenever I want. My cunt’s ruined for anything smaller. Bob’s mind’s cracking too.