Adrianna Nicole

I rolled up to some yard sales hunting for fresh vinyl. Didn’t have pussy on the brain because I’d been running through white girls every damn day. Just needed a break. Then Adrianna Nicole stepped into the yard. We started chatting, and the second I dropped the words “personal porn collection” her eyes went all glittery. Classic tell. She followed me home without much pushing. On the ride over she couldn’t stop worrying about her own tape floating around the net. Kept asking if I’d upload anything. I just laughed. Told her I keep my business to myself. She bought it. Dummy. Still, feeling honest for half a second almost sucked the fun out—because that blank tape in my camcorder was already rolling the second we hit my bedroom. Blonde slut took every inch of this big black dick like the garage-sale groupie she turned out to be.