Monica Mayhem

Thought Australian guys were total fuck-ups until this lazy American loser actually surprised me. My personal cuck can't even wipe the dust off a shelf. Yelling doesn't fix that limp white-dick disease of his. Maybe it was the short skirt I had on that distracted him—milky white thighs on full display while he stands there looking clueless. Didn't take much for Sean Michaels to jump in and start roasting my old broken toy right there with me. Always starved for decent interracial cock, so I grabbed the moment to rub his face in it. Sean's fat black dick was already straining down his thigh. I fished it out, gave it a long look, then jammed the whole head past my lips. Normally I can breathe fine when I'm sucking a guy off, but that only works with small white dicks. Sean spun me around, bent me over, and split me open; every slap of his balls sent shocks straight to my clit. I hopped on top, took all twelve inches, and milked that thick shaft until my thighs shook. He pumped rope after rope of hot cum, landing every drop on the bald spot on my cuckold's scalp. I'm still buzzing from the orgasms.