Lake Russell

Headache just wouldn’t quit so I hit my usual dude for a quick white-delivery. Kid comes rolling up grinning like he’s grown. Five seconds later Ms. Lake Russell explodes onto the scene. So much for keeping it quiet. She thinks I’m stashing weed, and hell, she’s not wrong to be suspicious. Con record doesn’t make me look innocent. She’s already pissed from hauling this same kid out of trouble before, so she figures she’ll settle two scores at once. Deal’s simple: bend over for my big black dick or she rats on both of us. Next thing I know she’s on her knees, spit running down my shaft, acting like it’s her last meal. I flip her, bend her, fuck that thick white ass every which way. Her son’s still tied up inches away, eyes wide, watching me wreck his mom’s pussy until it creams. I nut all over her face, grab my stash, and bounce. Medicine still stashed, mom still dripping, problem still unsolved.