Violet Monroe

Shane Diesel's in my yogurt shop and my pulse jackhammers. My boyfriend shrinks two sizes the second I walk up. All I see is that fat black cock rearranging my guts. He shows up later, strips me out of the clothes the cuck paid for, and that heavy slab of meat slaps my tongue. Nothing I’ve sucked ever touched the back of my throat before; this one parks there and stays. My cunt’s next. He slams in, and every stroke feels like it’s tearing space open. By the time he spins me around, I’m begging for the ass-fucking I’ve watched him give in every interracial clip that ever made me wet. His cock pushes past my rim like it owns real estate. Cheek to cheek with my shaking boyfriend, I kiss his pale face while black inches piston my asshole raw. When I can’t take another stroke, Shane paints my ruined pussy with thick ropes, and the cuck tongues it clean without being told.