Olivia Winters & Trina Michaels

The white girl stepped into the wrong part of town. My crew usually strips women like Trina bare, then ships them home. But Trina left her door open, and I walked right through it. I freed her heavy breasts first. After that, the smooth line of her shaved cunt came into view. Her mouth took the load I gave her. Eyes bloodshot, sliding back while she gagged in quick rhythm: gah-gah-gah. Every spasm spread down to her lower holes. My strap slid past the tight ring of her ass and sank deep. With one hand I held that silky blonde hair away from her face. She stayed still. She knew not to mess with a sister’s hair. A simple rule, but it held her steady until I finished. Trina soaked the sheet. Score for me: one to nothing.