Christina Skye

Ice Cube said it best: today was a damn good day. I woke up knowing my little white ATM was gonna cough up some serious cash. Business runs smooth when everybody plays their part, and this fool ran up a tab with my girls that a quick punch in the mouth could collect. I rolled to his spot—cops get weird about knives at throats—but damn, mama was home. One look at me and she knew I’d been on the inside. After some back-and-forth she’s licking her lips, flirting while junior looks like he wants the earth to swallow him whole. Fair trade, I say: debt vanishes if she keeps that mouth busy on my thick black dick. She gags, spits, keeps bobbing like a champ while her boy stares, frozen, watching mommy get throat-fucked hard enough to make her eyes water. Once she’s good and sloppy I bend her over and wreck that pussy, hitting bottom every stroke, slapping my heavy balls on her swollen clit. Her tits bounce wild. Every thrust is a reminder: he came out of here once, now it’s mine. I finish by pumping a thick load straight down her throat, making sure this clown never forgets whose money he owes.