Debbie Dial

I was looking for some fast cash, so I asked Debbi Dial’s boy if he’d hit this white folks’ house with me. The little bookworm said no because class and that scholarship meant more than money. We could have squared his school bills in one night, but he still wouldn’t bite. His fine-ass cougar mom caught wind, screamed at us right in the street like we were kids. Later she dragged me aside and offered a deal I wasn’t about to turn down: I get her white pussy and leave her son the hell alone. Fine by me, because he was soft anyway. We barely waited till we got back inside. I bent that MILF over the kitchen table, two feet from where her boy was frozen in his chair. Her ass clapped loud every time I smacked it red. She moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors while her son sat there pale as paper, watching his momma take every inch like she was in her own amateur movie.