Christine Michaels

Man, I was raging 'cause my dog's missing, and I was ready to dump my dumbass boyfriend's sorry butt for losing him. Blamed that space cadet totally—pup's gone on his watch! We slap up posters, get the call he's safe, but my idiot's broke, no cash for the reward. Screw losing my furry buddy; I tell him to sit tight and watch his hot girlfriend get wrecked by big black dicks. Little does the fool know, I've been a sneaky BBC whore, banging those studs behind his clueless back. He misses everything, the chump. But I wasn't missing a single thick black shaft—dropped to my knees, spread wide on my back, flipped upside down, any wild angle those hung thugs craved. I sucked and fucked like a pro, milking every drop of hot jizz from their heavy black nuts to score my dog back and scratch my nasty itch. My now full-time cuck boy-toy didn't screw up when I ordered him to lap up the sticky mess from my pussy, or he'd be booted from my bed forever. He slurped it good, and we all cracked up at his pathetic ass.