Allison Wyte

Hey, I'm the ultimate dream girl—whipping up meals, keeping the place spotless, and craving cock non-stop. Too bad my boyfriend's a total dud: pale, packing a tiny limp noodle that never gets hard. To rub it in, he's locked in this pathetic cage so his worthless prick stays down. Now he sits there, eyes wide, as I slurp and ride these hung black studs—Cuntree Pipes and Jason Brown—'cause he's never man enough. Tone Capone joins the fun too. My jaw aches from gorging on their massive, juicy black shafts; nothing else hits the spot. My pussy's soaked just for them—unlike with that flop. Lucky loser watches me get drenched in black meat, and from now on, it's BBC only for me. He even laps up those huge, creamy loads I swallowed, dragging his feet like the lazy white boy he is. Ha!