Brooke Tyler

I took this job at the medical dispensary because my loser husband can't keep us afloat. The place pulls in all kinds of folks with different problems, but one visit changed my afternoon. This ripped young black dude walked in looking completely wrecked. I could've sold him anything, but my hungry white pussy had other plans. I told Rico to follow me home, laid on some shameless flirting, and the second I grabbed his bulge his shoulders dropped and he started to breathe. His cock was huge, heavy, and black as night. I dropped to my knees right in the living room, ran my tongue up every thick inch, sucked the swollen head like candy, and used every minute of my lunch break. He filled his hands with my 44Ds like he was palming a basketball and I loved it. The second my neglected cunt started aching I climbed on top and sank down. Each slow inch split me wider, and there was still another half-foot waiting to disappear. I rode that black bull until sweat poured and my hair stuck to my face, then I flipped over and let him hammer me from behind, his black bazooka pounding so deep my vision blurred. Every thrust made me wonder why the hell I ever settled for the guy who can't pay the bills. When I checked the time and realized the store was empty, I stroked Rico fast and sloppy until he painted my lips and cheeks white. Now I'm heading back in with dried black cum all over my face, no makeup to hide it, ready for the next customer who walks through the door.