Kitty Caulfield

Books don't see shit once a massive black dick starts rearranging my guts. They handed me field work on black men and I made it hands-on research real fast. I picked the roughest block I could find and let my tits do the talking—nearly popped out of that skimpy little outfit until two big young bucks came strutting over. My pulse went stupid watching them, already imagining what they were packing, already picturing the dirty interracial fuck that was about to wreck me. Back at my place everything but their cocks dropped off my radar. My mouth hit the floor then hit the floor again as I slid down those thick black poles, gagging, drooling, loving every inch. Neither one of them expected their new white study subject to slobber and cream like that. Honestly, neither did I. I was stretched to the limit, cervix taking direct hits, each thrust like they wanted to split me wide open and I just kept begging for more. Guess that’s what happens the older you get—you learn exactly what good dick feels like, and these two boys delivered every drop. Hot, heavy interracial loads painting me inside out, running down my thighs while I grinned like I’d just won the lottery.