Whoa. Make this train wreck stop. Getting fucked in the ass with an 11 inch cock was not part of my work agenda tonight!!! It was slow at the cafe and I’d blown enough johns to cover my bills. Me and the girls were having coffee when he walked in. Talk, black, and buff, he exuded that blatant sexuality that drives women wild. The bulge in his spandex pants told the whole story. He walked right back to the condom display and deliberately dropped a box of Magnums into his bag. I approached him, asking him to pay for them. “You gotta pay, sweetheart, or I’ll get them taken out of my check. I sure aint buying no Mags if I don’t even get to see that cock that’s gonna fill it.” He flashed a gold grille and whispered, “Follow me.” Curious, I did. He was parked in the darkness at the back of the lot. I smelled the joint that he fired up and licked my lips. He handed it to me and I sucked deeply. Suddenly, that shit just hit me. Whatever it was laced with made my pussy like lava. The big nigga smiled as he spun me around, planting me facedown on his caddy. He banged my face into the hood a few times. My skirt was yanked up and I could feel his giant dick sans condom, of course, pushing urgently at my backdoor. I screamed into the darkness as he rammed my pooper, deep and hard. He laughed an evil laugh as I screamed for my god to save me. He was grunting and lifting my hips with every thrust. tearing chunks of hair from my head. I was begging now, despite the pain, as I felt his cum bubble up in my guts. He grinned like crazy as he handed me back the stolen scum sacs. I could barely walk back into the cafe as he drove off. Nice play, nigga. Nice play!!!
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