Nicole Moore

Charlie and Ice almost fucked up their parole check. I rolled up on their place, ready to drag their asses back inside, but they caught themselves. Quick little trade worked out fine. They dangle those monster black cocks in my face and suddenly I'm not writing any violations. My friends always swore black dick hits different, and I felt that shit the second their pants hit the floor. Pretty sure I blushed when their heavy meat flopped out. Knees hit the carpet fast. One fat shaft stretching my lips, the other slapping my tongue while I switched back and forth like a greedy little slut. They stretched my tight pink hole till it turned bright red and sloppy. Every thrust rattled my brain. Both of them unloaded thick ropes across my face, painted me messy, then kept me coming back for more. White dick hasn't stood a chance since.