Janet Mason

We shut the servers down with one email blast. Twitter lost its mind the second Janet Mason and Mandingo got mentioned. Fans jammed the forums just whispering their names. You asked, so here it is—the day those two legends finally met. Janet drops to her knees like she’s starving. She licks and spits all over that foot-long slab of black meat, strings of spit dripping off her chin, until Mandingo grabs her by the waist and lines up with her soaked pussy. The moment the head pushes past her lips she cums hard, shaking, eyes rolled back. He keeps shoving, and every slam makes her fat white tits bounce and smack together. Screams keep climbing. Nobody needed to say cut—she wasn’t going anywhere. Her legs stopped working right while Mandingo hammered her cunt like he owned it, and she just took it, hungry for more. Finally he pulls out, strokes that black dick twice, and paints her face white, rope after thick rope across her tongue and cheeks. Fade to black.