Payton Leigh

I'm down for any hustle if the money's right. So I dragged Payton Leigh's kid into running some fake card numbers on the street. We'd burn other people's cash quick and quiet from a pay phone. His Mama must've tailed us, because next thing I know she's up in my face yelling about bad influences and wanting her kid to be 'normal.' She figured fucking the problem away would be cleaner than years of therapy bills. The little cuck just stood there with his hands clamped over his eyes while his Mom dropped to her knees and swallowed my fat black cock like rent was due. You could hear him gagging as I painted her face in thick ghetto ropes. I held up my side, though—he hasn't heard from me since. Smart move. Watching your own Mom get fucked would mess anyone up.