Taylor Wayne

Taylor's kid thought he was slick. He boosted a bag of weed from some dude and now he's on the phone flexing to his girlfriend about it like a total badass. Then the dealer shows up at the house, and that cocky grin disappears fast. The guy wants his cash and he's not taking an IOU. They're going at it loud enough that Taylor hears and comes running downstairs to see her idiot son squaring up with someone he clearly can't handle. She gets the story quick. Her son fucked around, and now he's gotta find out. Since he has zero money to pay, she offers herself instead. The dealer ain't thrilled, says he came for cash not pussy. She keeps pushing though, talking him into it, and then tells her boy he has to stay and watch every second. He buries that thick black cock in her mouth first, no mercy. She's gagging hard while he grabs her hair and face-fucks her like he's trying to break her jaw. Once her throat's raw he flips her around, pounds her from behind until she's soaking the floor. He keeps going, stretching her out with every thrust, then finally pulls out and paints her tongue white with a thick load. Her son's sitting there the whole time, forced to see exactly what covering for him costs.