Charlotte Vale

It never crossed my mind that I could handle more than one ebony cock. I've always dated white guys, but let's be real, they couldn't get hard for shit. So when I heard whispers about a secret club where white girls go to satisfy their craving for dark meat, I was intrigued.
I eagerly signed up to be the center of attention, dressing in slutty attire that would make my flaccid white boyfriend Harvey's eyes pop. My tits practically spilled out of my bra, my pussy dripped with anticipation, and I was ready to engulf some black shafts. Ignoring the sketchy neighborhood and its rowdy inhabitants, I arrived at the scene to find a group of eight well-endowed black men.
Determined to make the most of the situation, I unleashed my inner freak and dove headfirst into a sea of ebony dicks. No amount of interracial porn could prepare me for the deepthroating marathon that followed. I was in ecstasy as I serviced those black studs, my mouth and throat constantly filled with their throbbing members while their buddies fondled me.
My sole mission was to drain those ebony rods dry, a task I performed with expert skill. Doubt my abilities? Watch as I reach for my fifth bottle of eye drops to soothe my bloodshot eyes.