Jada Fire & Roxy Jezel

I came to America chasing big black cock. Roxy Jeze, fresh off the boat from England. What I got instead was a tall black beauty with the thickest tits I'd ever seen and a ten-inch strap-on. Jada Fire. She looked at me like I was nothing and told me to kneel. I hit the floor. Her dick slapped my lips once, twice, and then slid all the way in, cutting off my air. I gagged, drool ran down my chin. She didn't care. She fed it deeper, thrust harder, used my mouth the way a whore begs to be used. When she turned me around and pressed the fat tip against my ass, my lungs were already burning. She pushed inside anyway, steady, relentless, until my body stretched around every inch. Sweat ran into my eyes. My tongue hung out. Every thrust hammered deeper while her weight pinned me to the floor. I gasped when she let me breathe; that was all. I had never been taken like this. If I'd known, I would have left London years ago.