If my husband gave me permission to fuck a black guy there would be no argument. Within an hour I’d have my fat white ass bent over taking black cock.
Those weren't moans of pleasure. They were moans of pain. Watch her body move away from his thrusts, instead of meeting them. The money must of been more than she thought she could ever earn fucking normal size guys to take a tree trunk and not enjoy the ride. To each his own.
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