Kylie Ireland

Me and this whiteboy wanted in on the crew, we plotted to jack some sucker walking alone for quick cash, no rough stuff. His mom torched the plan—figured she’d call the 5-0 but that horny bitch flipped it. She offered up her tits and wet cunt if I dropped her kid from the mix. To teach the rebel a lesson she made him sit, watch, and swallow every second of me stretching his mom on their couch. Every thrust made springs sing. That pale face never stood a chance when my thick black dick—the width of a soda can—painted her cheeks, lips, and lashes. The boy broke down, tears rolling while his own mother licked my load off her chin. Cut him loose after that. Point made.