Harley Raines

I've fucked every kind of cock you can name - short ones, fat ones, sad pale ones. Most dudes go limp the second I really start using them. That's why I stick to young Black guys. They're the only ones who stay rock hard while I use the hell out of them. I haunt basketball gyms, street courts, club entrances - anywhere they're at. They fuck better than they remember their own names, then I toss them cab money like tips. Tonight's jackpot landed right in my lap. Three monsters. Combined they measured damn near four feet of thick, throbbing Black cock. My paid-for tits got mauled the second I showed them off - bought on some white losers' credit. I couldn't keep my eyes straight as each inch disappeared down my throat and inside my cunt. They railed me raw, beat up my cervix, pounded my swollen pussy until it throbbed like it had a heartbeat of its own. I came so many times I stopped counting. My face and tits took fat ropes of their hot, creamy nut like they were starving. White boys couldn't ever deliver this level of filthy service.