Bridgette B

I’m Bridgette B. Sit there and watch a real man split me open. Your little white dick stays locked. He doesn’t. Lexington Steele drops his slab of black meat in my hands and it hangs heavy, thick, still growing. I kiss the head, tongue that fat vein, then slide my lips down until my nose brushes his abs. Spit trails down my chin. I stroke what won’t fit and moan around every inch like it’s already splitting me in two. Pantyhose stretched tight over my thighs, high heels still on, I spread for him. He pushes in slow, and my pussy grips like it’s starving. Every stroke drags across that spot you never touch. He bottoms out. My tits bounce. I look straight at you while he pounds deeper. My voice breaks, but the words are clear: “This cock fucks me right.” He pulls out glistening. I drop to my knees again, suck my cream off him, then climb on top and sink down until my ass slaps his thighs. Nylon feet planted on his chest, I ride until my thighs shake. When he finally unloads, thick ropes paint my tits and stomach. I swipe a finger through it and hold it out. “Clean it, cuck. Every drop. And keep that cage locked.”