Bret had a fascination if you will for the exquisitely manicured tootsies of Black women but that was not his primary fetish. Shauntay kept asking more and more questions, eventually bringing Bret out of his shell as they rode. Porn Shauntay knew it. Her victory was real and he felt defeated but wildly alive for the first time in a long time as strange as that may sound. Shauntay was dressed, or barely dressed rather, in a bright turquoise lace bra that was doing a lousy job of containing her overflowing breast flesh. Every day, his thoughts of her consumed more and more time. Your pathetic cock virtually ablaze, your intestines cramping in pain, and getting fucked with my beautiful strapon?”
Bret was moaning uncontrollably now. Her victory was real and
