Chelsie Rae

Almost got pulled over by the fuzz on my way to hook up with a dozen hung black studs. Can't fault the cop—I was strutting like a total whore in broad daylight. If he knew I was about to blow their minds and drain their balls, he'd have cuffed me and shut down the fun. Screw that white oppression crap on black kings just hustling; not on my shift, boys. Watch me fix it. Sucking massive black cocks is my routine, but today it's a full-on frenzy for the cause. After D. Snoop's hot sermon, I met the lineup of Billy Banks, Broc Adams, Cuntree Pipes, Hooks, Prodigy X, and Tone Capone. No holding back—I grabbed every bulging crotch and yanked out more throbbing black rods than ever. My face got plastered with rock-hard ebony meat, all zeroed in on my hungry mouth. Those black hands roamed wild, groping me non-stop as dick one slammed into dick nine. The crew of dark bulls hosed my pale mug with what had to be a gallon of thick, sticky cum.