Glenn King's Maneaters, Scene #03

Janea Jolie throws that fat ass around the dungeon like she owns the place. Knee-high boots snapping on concrete. Fishnet top stretched over her chest, nothing left to the imagination. Evan Stone's trussed up on the floor, mouth stuffed with a gag, eyes wide. Her white bitch. He stays there until she decides otherwise. She straddles his face, drops her weight. Pussy first. He licks like his life depends on it, tongue working hard, and she grinds down until she feels like a change. Then she yanks him higher, buries his nose between those cheeks. He tongues her asshole while she leans forward, taking what she wants. Boots come off. Bare feet replace leather. Toes in his mouth, heel against his chin. She plants herself on his face again, smothering him while she reaches back and works his cock. No warm-up. Just a wet mouth, aggressive strokes, her hips never still. When she's ready she climbs on. Oil already shining on those curves. She sinks down, takes him deep, rides like she's punishing him for being white and willing. Ass cheeks rolling, heavy and slick. Every bounce sends a ripple through her. Evan stays bound. She fucks him until her legs shake. After she's done she pulls off, grips his hair, tells him where to put it. He paints her face in thick ropes. She doesn't flinch. Just watches him finish with that same hard stare.