Syren DeMer

My dipshit boyfriend sends me alone for fruit while he's off playing grabass with his boys. I roll into the wrong neighborhood, spot this fruit stand swarming with three hard-looking black guys. One look and my clothes basically dissolve. I wanted big black dick right there, like I have every time my paycheck-provider leaves me unsupervised. My tits got offered up first—perfect melons dangling over the counter. Next thing I know I’m riding all three of them on the same kitchen table where loser-boy eats Cheerios. My pussy took a pounding it wasn’t built for, and my squeals rattled the windows. Three thick, black cocks kept stretching me open till I went limp. Days later I’m still waddling around bow-legged and he just watches me, too clueless to know his girl got split in half by real men while he was too chickenshit to carry a grocery bag.