Jada Fire & Sharon Wilde

Sharon lived up to her name the moment she could still walk after our fuck. She let me use her face like a garage for my black strap-on and barely blinked. When I flipped her and pressed pelvis to pelvis, she didn't stop me. This white girl clearly had history with women built like me, because nothing was off limits. Black dick in both holes. A filthy mouth calling her exactly what she was. She took it like she'd been waiting. I kept pushing, testing how far she'd bend, and every new demand she met without hesitation. Eventually I had her spread-eagle on the sheets, her pale ass open under my dark strap. Her chest heaved. White girls like that unnerve me.