Stephanie Wylde

My boy Ice Cold and I been running through these white boys who can't ever scrape up the cash they owe. This soft little white kid hit a wall and we were two seconds from gutting him like a hog, but his mom stepped in. Stephanie Wylde—goddamn. Her boy meant everything to her, so she said she'd fuck us both if it meant keeping him breathing. We had him tied to a chair, front row. She opened that sweet married mouth and we took turns sliding our dicks down her throat, then flipped her on the table and ran the line straight to her pretty pink pussy—raw, no rubber, balls-deep. Never touched a Black dick in her life, and now look at her: soaking, moaning, shaking. Told me she was done with white boys after tonight. We covered her face and those big heavy tits in two thick ropes each—hot, heavy, dripping off her chin. Boy got to live. She got turned the fuck out.