BBC for Connie

Connie’s black hair frames a face that’s already flushed. She’s barely past eighteen, and she knows exactly what she wants—something thick enough to stretch her little cunt until she can’t walk straight. When the guy promised he had what it took, she rolled her eyes. Then he dropped his pants and the doubt disappeared in one heavy swing of meat. Her mouth waters. The lips of her pussy are already shiny, eager. She drops to her knees, wraps both hands around the fat shaft, and starts working him with slow, greedy strokes. Tongue flat, she licks the swollen head, takes him deeper, lets the spit run down her chin. Each time she gags she moans louder, like she wants the camera to catch every filthy sound. Soon she’s straddling him, teen cunt spreading wide around the thickness, hips rocking until she’s stuffed full. Every thrust makes her smaller body jolt; every slap of skin echoes. When he’s ready he pulls out, aims at her pretty face, and paints it white. Thick ropes land across her lips, across her tongue, across the bridge of her nose. Connie smiles through the mess, proud of the load she earned.