Her face hadn’t softened, she had an expression that would frighten a boxer. I thought about hitting her with the juice again, doggystyle that’d teach the bitch a lesson, but it could kill her, and I wasn’t ready for that. It was, so very, erotic to watch this tiny beauty wash her nubile body. The white frothy foam on her dark flesh, her soft hands moving over her tight smooth skin. My cock responded by twitching, stiffening. I was ready for the whore. “What your name?” I asked. “Shanice,” she answered. “Typical,” I said. “Just a normal ghetto spade name.” I could see the anger in her eyes, even more than that scowl, a look of hatred burned into me. She turned off the shower and stepped on pov the cold tiled floor. Taking a towel from the rack, Shanice dried herself. She wanted to say something, but the dark pixy held her tongue. Her form, the perfection of her taut body, watching her bathe herself, and the expectation of what was to come had me on edge. I unbuttoned my pants and fished my fat stiff cock from its prison. It stood out straight, daunting, ready to split pussy wide. The black cat’s Hardcore eyes widened, and the arrogance, defiance, and anger melted into a look of dread. “I a virgin,” she said, “Please, please, don’t hurt me not wit that thing.” “On your knees, cunt,” I ordered her. “Suck it.” There was this expression of revulsion, she hesitated, took a step back, that’s when I hit her with juice. Not hard, but enough to make her stiffen and jerk a bit. When I let off the button, she sank to knees. I moved to her, and she spread big cocks her lips apart. I jab my crabapple sized cock head in, driving it to the back of her mouth. Her teeth scraped over my big shaft and pulled out and smacked her face with an open hand. “Wider bitch,” I said as I plunged back into her blowjob mouth. Clutching her nappy hair, I fucked her face with force. Stabbing into her tight little throat, tears welled up in her pretty amber eyes, spilling down her cheeks. Blue traces of mascara ran down the swarthy skin as I buried my cock deep in her throat. Eventually, I worked all ten fat inches inside her mouth and throat till my balls hit her soft neck as humped her head. I pumped her head hard, the tension of days of denial had be worked out of me. I held that hair tight and used to make her work at it. Bitches have to be made to do a good job, a nigger is no different than an Asian or even a white bitch in that. All cunts are lazy! I made her do her job right. I’m sure she thought I’d rip the hair out by the roots, that fear keeps them going. When the juice began to build in my balls, I yanked out and jacked a thick load over her face, lips, eyes, panting her interracial with my love. Without hesitation, I clasped her curly hair and drug the bitch to the bedroom. (This was 1952, no Hardcore "pill"back then!) The rental house was beautiful. “Max where are your manners” Said Lavinia with a hint of amusement “Show the girl out” They were having a disagreement in the hallway. At the front they are so low that you would be able to see some of her pubic hair – if she had any. Her face was covered in dried cum and gravy from her dinner. After the packing was removed, I had to begin using a dilator to keep the vagina stretched out as it should be. I was so excited for it. I don't lay claim to anyone because I don't own them. “OH GOD,” she cried as he pushed another through her left boob drawing a little blood which oozed and ran down her swollen flesh. Richard shifted behind interracial me and I felt the tip of his cock press against my asshole. "Shhhh, it's okay," she comforted, her eyes large and sympathetic. Show them that I'm your whore, honey!” Then she had told him her elaborate plan. Nothing would have made me happier at that moment to have her, the best friend I had made in high school… No, ever… To just message me now, asking to hang out. “Angela is just the insane half of blowjob your daughter,” pov Astrid said grumpily, “and being clairvoyant doggystyle doesn’t mean you can act upon what you big cocks see.” “Go where?” Emily asked; “we need to put some clothes on.” “Blood pressure's good,” she said.