Donald Gets His Balls Clipped

Donald owns the team, and now his wife and girlfriend are about to wreck him for it. They call his star player over while Donald is stuck in the room, forced to watch. Chris walks in, thick and black, cock already swinging. V. peels her blouse off first, dark hair sliding down her back, then rolls her pantyhose down her legs in one slow strip. Rochelle follows, blonde hair brushing her shoulders, skirt and hose hitting the floor. They don’t touch Donald. They climb onto the bed with Chris instead, spreading for him, letting that heavy cock sink into both of them while Donald’s tiny dick twitches useless in his fist. He watches his white money machine take every inch, watches two women he thought he owned get used by the one guy he can’t control. Chris pumps harder, grunting, until he floods both cunts, thick ropes spilling out down their thighs. Donald jerks faster, desperate, until he spurts across his own shirt, small and worthless. The women stay on the bed, legs open, smiling. They leave him sitting there, spent and alone.