The Rosewood Cafe-Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Kylie Clarke was Rosewood’s resident raging feminist. A Masters in Women’s Studies and Gender Politics from an elite all-girls private college left her with little job opportunities out in the “real world” (much to the smug satisfaction of her hyper-religious and traditional father) which is how she ended up serving coffee (with a side of leftist lecturing) at the cafe. She loves the culture of acceptance, tolerance, and peace Bri has cultivated here, and looks up to the wise, wonderful, matronly owner as a prime example of what can be accomplished when women, particularly women of color, are given the chance to lead! When she left for her volunteer trip to Egypt, working with activists across the globe to protest the country’s censorship and repression of African historians, she expected to return to her “safe space” just as she left it: with Bri’s nurturing smile, Ana’s innocent kindness, and Drew’s timid, but thankful, look all greeting her when she finally returned…

Unfortunately, that wasn’t at all what happened. It was almost unreal how much the cafe, and her coworkers, had all changed since she left only a few short weeks ago… Ana, kind, caring, virginal Ana, walked around the Rosewood all dolled up in her finest slut-wear. That gigantic, jello-y rump of ridiculously round twerk-meat hanging out of her skimpy little skirts and ass-squeezing booty-shorts, while those heavy, outrageously fat udders spilled out from the plunging necklines of her slutty little tops, every last curvaceous inch of her dark, deliciously luscious body bouncing and wobbling oh-so-seductively. What happened to all her baggy sweaters and oversized mom-jeans? Why was her makeup so dark and heavy, overly-glossed lips and smokey, sultry eyeshadow giving her the mature look of an experienced, street-walking whore! And her voice… Purring, moaning, mewling almost constantly, brimming with an ever-present NEED TO BE FUCKED. It was even worse when she whimpered his name, “Tylerrr ♥♥♥”, drooling like a starving bitch in heat, as she lapped at his irresistible lips and fat tongue like she was worshipping a god among men.

Ana… It was heartbreaking to see her reduced to nothing but a slobbering, simpering slut, but Bri… Seeing what she had become was absolutely DEVASTATING. Her once conservative clothing was tighter, sheerer, and smaller than ever before, slutty fishnets and tight stockings always graced her long, voluptuous legs, though from what Kylie could tell, she wasn’t wearing any panties or a bra…

It wasn’t just how slutty her clothes looked, how it hugged and squeezed on her ridiculously ample curves, but everything about her just seemed… Off. Whenever HE walked in, she shamelessly flaunted her perfectly perky tits and shook all that jiggly, juicy ass-meat, grinding up against his musclebound physique, whimpering like a needy little whore, while “begging” for him to go easy on poor, pitiful Drew… Which of course he never did. She was just so… Weak around HIM. That big Aryan brute turned the resilient and kind-hearted mother figure she once adored into a braindead, blithering bimbo…

It was like the entire cafe morphed into something suited only to HIS exact tastes. Even the clientele changed, like he was bringing in only the bustiest, curviest, neediest fuck-dolls without even lifting a goddamn finger. Women, mothers, daughters, sisters, all lined up down the block every single day just to catch a glimpse of him, showering him with cash, jewelry, and anything else his selfish heart might desire, just for the CHANCE to feel his big, brutal hands wrap around their throats and smack their thick, doughy asses.

Well Kylie wasn’t going to bend over backwards for him, that’s for damn sure! She was a strong, independent, free-thinking woman who didn’t want any man (ESPECIALLY the likes of Tyler Reed) telling her what to do! At least, that’s what she thought…

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That morning, Kylie came in her usual attire, a pair of skintight, incredibly sheer black short-shorts, a tight white tube top, and comfortable white sneakers, her tantalizingly thick, soft curves spilling out so seductively (BUT FOR HER EYES ONLY! MALE GAZE BE DAMNED!). Her long, crimson-colored hair was tied back, while her bright, ocean blue contacts gave the African American beauty an almost exotic look to her. Of course, the cafe was packed with customers, all women scouring for a sign of Tyler like a pack of hungry predators hunting down their prey. Obviously, he came in with Ana and Bri wrapped up in his powerful white arms, Ana gazing up at him like her ONE TRUE GOD, while Bri blushed and looked almost conflicted… (Maybe there was still a piece of the ‘Old Bri’ left inside her!). Drew trailed behind them, head down, shoulders slumped, an aura of defeat lingering over him, as he carried Tyler’s gym bag like a scrawny black pack mule. Tyler, like always, was shirtless and glistening, his chiseled chest carved and cut like a flawless diamond, while Ana’s soft, dainty hand worked its way inside his tight sweaty shorts, squeezing down on the huge, heavy, log-like behemoth he just LOOOVED flaunting. Like clockwork, a crowd instantly circled around him, a sea of mouthwateringly fat, pillowy tits and colossal, clapping ass-cheeks as far as the eye could see, as the first few whores in the crowd, including Bri and Ana, smushed their squishy, milky racks against his rock-solid chest and opened up their steaming hot maws, just waiting for Daddy’s SPIT!

It was one of Bri’s new “specials”, one cup of coffee came with a fresh batch of Daddy’s spit, and clearly it was working! Whores squealed and moaned, drooling tongues spilling out and flailing back and forth, while Bri’s hands reluctantly joined Ana’s down Tyler’s shorts, groping, stroking, jerking that long, terrifyingly thick womb-wrecker back and forth, cradling his heavy, hulking sack like a pair of precious Crown Jewels, while his shorts slowly tore apart at the seams; the god-like monstrosity twitching, throbbing, swelling maddeningly between his massive, tree-trunk legs growing thicker, fatter, and even more impossibly large by the second!

And Drew? He stood off in the corner, right in Tyler’s eye line, watching like a dutiful little cuck should, just as Tyler instructed. The empty, emotionless look on his face, those dark, sagging bags under his hollow, lifeless eyes, it filled Kelsie with so much pity…

But of course, she was far too fixated on the towering hunk standing before her, back facing her as he rested up against the edge of the front counter, his ever-expanding harem of adoring fuck-sleeves enveloping him in their massive, meaty curves, some even dropping to their knees and slurping up his fat fingers, gagging and burying them knuckle-deep inside their piping hot throats! ANYTHING TO GET A TASTE OF HIM INSIDE THEM!

The heaving creak of the kitchen doors swinging open with a mighty push that threatened to throw them off their hinges entirely was like a beckoning call, church bells ringing to an audience of devout worshipers who eagerly crowded around at the counter, violently pushing against each other and damn near ready to kick a fat-titted bitch out of the way for their daily dose of Tyler’s stud-scented spit dribbling over their outstretched tongues.

As always, he made a show of his arrival, his hands firmly planted on the buxom bodies of his two most devoted sluts, shamelessly pressing their soft, pillowy fuckdoll curves against the massively muscular bulk of his awe-inspiring physique, which he made sure to put on full display for his adoring audience, his chest rising and falling with every breath as Ana watched every ripple and bulge of his huge, manly muscles, torn between dropping to her knees and worshipping his sweat-soaked alpha shaft or simply burying her face into his chiseled abs and licking of any drop of filth she could find in desperate adoration of his divine strength. Ana, if that was even possible, was even more hopelessly obsessed with her chosen stud than she was when he’d first bashed his way into her pure, innocent heart by pounding Drew’s whimpering face in and looking straight at her as he gave him a concussion that would send him to the hospital.

She whimpered, she mewled, she constantly fixed her mind on whatever she could do to further please him, to adore him, to thank him, to worship him. Where before she spent her days volunteering with animal shelters and being the bright, bubbly, outgoing incarnation of sunshine she was, Ana devoted every bit of time she wasn’t within proximity of Tyler’s jaw-breaking stud-spear to learning how to please it all the more. Her neighbors were kept up late at night with the noisy bass of rumbling rap music, filled to the brim with degrading lyrics that only motivated the plush-bodied bitch to work her hips all the more, finding a practiced rhythm with which to jiggle her juicy, jello-y jungle cheeks all for her big white daddy, practically perfecting the primal, primitive mating dance that was tailor made to make studly ivory bulls hard and ready to pound her dribbling, meaty muff into a complete mess.

Bri, for her part, seemed much more conflicted in her servitude, blushing hotly with quivering lips as Tyler growled and SMACKED the wobbling shelf of cocoa-colored assmeat jutting out from behind her, reprimanding her in his powerful voice which instantly drew her into action.

“The fuck are you acting so shy for? I didn’t ask you to start slacking off…unless you want me to drag poor Drewie out of that little hole he’s hiding in and break his legs in front of everyone before I bend you over this counter and smack that black ass red, you better warm up my nuts like a good little bitch.” He firmly commanded her, her lips taking on a shy, nervous smile as his thick fingers squeezed into her fat, bubbly black fuck-flesh, nodding quickly as she redoubled her efforts to massage his bloated white bull-nuts, practically feeling his virile swimmers sloshing around in those backed up cumtanks as he groaned at her touch.

All the while, he continued to serve the growing line of busty breeder bitches looking for a taste of his impossible virility, snorting deep within his throat and hawking a gooey wad of spit at their faces, mostly landing in their wet, waiting mouths, though some had the pleasure of having their pretty features marred by the splatter of saliva marking their bodies, which they took with a prideful smile as they jiggled their hefty tits for his viewing pleasure. The debauched scene was the epitome of everything Kylie stood against, her stomach churning with disgust (and certainly not a brimming feeling of utter lust and jealousy, of course!) as she watched Tyler’s utter depravity, the café practically transformed into his personal playground full of bimbo fucktoys for him to use and abuse to his heart’s content.

Her heart clenched when his deep green eyes travelled across the room, locking right onto Kylie’s and making her cheeks go flush (with anger of course! There was no way she was frothing with lustful need at the gaze of a bigot like him!), his eyes trailing down and locking onto the overflowing cleavage of her bra-busting boobs stretching out her uniform and wobbling softly with her every breath, undulating waves of meaty melon tits twice the size of her head making Tyler’s burly stud-stick twitch against Ana’s hand.

“The fuck? You never told me you had another stacked bitch working in this place…fuck, her tits are almost as big as yours, too.” He grunted at Bri, his mighty hands pawing at her soft, cushiony asscheeks even harder as his juicy cock rocketed to its full, swollen hardness. Showing no shame, he quickly shifted his attention back to Kylie, her legs wobbling nervously as he barked orders at her, looking like a powerful emperor commanding an unruly concubine to crawl to his bed in preparation to serve his every depraved desire.

“Hey, cowtits. Get the fuck over here, I want a nice, long look at those fat fucking udders of yours…consider it a second job interview, if you’re good enough, I might just let you lick my fucking nuts like your boss has been doing for the past week.” He snickered, again making Bri blush at his crass words as he openly humiliated her before her clientele, most of which were too engrossed in worshipping Tyler’s free fingers and kissing across his steel-crafted abs like the simpering sluts they were to even register the comment at all.

Bri knew it was wrong, so FUCKING wrong… She convinced herself that this was the only way to truly protect Drew. To keep himself. To keep that big, beastly white brute away from him. Yes. This was all for his sake. That’s it… Not because she WANTED this or anything… No, no, no…

Slowly but surely, that anxious smile melted into one of pure, abject lust. Her hazel eyes glazing over, fat, cock-worshipping lips quivering, sloppy, drooling tongue wagging, as she groped Tyler’s heavy, rumbling nuts even harder, massaging every last beefy, bloated inch of his humongous sack while it churned like a roaring furnace in her soft ebony palms.

Ana, on the other hand, didn’t need any kind of coaxing. She was born for this. Bred to submission for this. She squatted slightly, pointing out her wide, dark-chocolate hips and sent those heavy, marshmallowy ass-cheeks clapping hypnotically. “PLAP” “PLAP” “PLAP”, smacking and bouncing harder and faster, the wetness of her soaked pussy adding an extra wet “THWAP” to each and every slutty, seductive twerk, while her giant, squishy sow-udders popped out of her too-tight tube top and bounced naked back and forth against Tyler’s huge, hulking chest. She wouldn’t be satisfied until Daddy impaled her sopping wet throat with every last inch of his glorious, colonizing monster cock! Her fat, glossy lips adorned his gorgeous white flesh with hot, worshipping kisses, painting his muscular neck, powerful shoulders, and mammoth-sized biceps with her bright, ruby-red lipstick!

Suddenly, Bri hiked up her short skirt, letting all that Caribbean cocoa-colored twerk-meat come spilling out as she bounced her sultry hips like a stripper! She gnawed on Daddy’s bottom lip, heart-shaped eyes lost in those piercing, sea-green pools of perfection, as she whimpered “Daddyyy ♥♥♥” like a good little whore should.

Kylie didn’t know what was worse, the sight of that ungodly fat tent ripping Tyler’s jizz-soaked shorts to bits, or how absolutely cock-drunk Bri and Ana both were! This… This wasn’t right! She blushed deeply at the sound of his deep, pussy-soaking voice… Her long, plump legs trembled, panties growing more and more sticky and wet by the second, as Kylie’s tremendously thick, juicy tits heaved even harder with every deep, flustered breath she took!

It was like her legs were moving all on their own! She suddenly stepped out from behind the front counter and stumbled over to Tyler, as Bri, still feeling that innate motherly urge to protect her young, was filled with complete and utter embarrassment. “P—Please, Kylie… D—Don’t watch…” She begged, before Ana finally tore down Tyler’s shorts, letting every inch of that eye-popping, jaw-breaking white behemoth come spring out, fat globs of piping hot jizz landing across poor Kylie’s nervous face and fat, slobbery lips.

“D—Daddy… P—Please…” Bri sounded so desperate, looking up into Tyler’s eyes with a shameless, pleading look. “I—I’ll do anything, just leave Kylie alone, Daddy… I—I promise I’ll be a good little nigger-cow for you, baby! I promise… Just don’t turn Kylie into a whore!” Bri almost cried, it nearly touched Ana’s corrupted heart, but of course, she was far too busy bending over and smothering her soft, juicy, smacking globes of chocolaty ass-meat around Tyler’s raging hard-on; twerking that fucking black bubble and gyrating her wobbly hips, as she milked Daddy’s perfect god-cock while whores gargled on his giant, hulking nuts, tearing each other down to shove Tyler’s balls straight down their starving pink gullets!

Tyler almost chuckled at Bri’s earnest attempts to protect her employee, a motherly show of love as she offered herself as a sacrifice on the altar of his hungry, pussy-pounding rape-meat. The echoing smacks of Ana’s relentlessly jiggling twerk-spheres filled the air, all while Drew watched in horror, powerless to speak lest he get his teeth knocked out for everyone to watch and see what a sniveling bitch he was in the face of his bully’s overwhelming Aryan might.

In a faux-display of thought, Tyler rested his hand on his immaculately carved chin, smirking as Kylie shot him an angry look that came off as more of a kittenish display of defiance, her body moving instinctually to make her juicy jumbo tits jut out in front of her that much more, like her instincts were doing everything to convince the alpha in front of her to mount her like a prized bull and flood her womb to bursting with his superior seed just as nature intended. He watched her pathetic attempts at fighting her own need to submit with an amused chuckle, growling out at Ana’s intensifying worship as her clapping asscheeks ground into him at a feverish pace, TWERKING HER DOUGHY CHOCOLATE CAKE IN CIRCLES AGAINST THE NAKED MASS OF HIS 18-INCH PUSSY PULVERIZER TO GET HIM THAT MUCH MORE WORKED UP TO FUCK HER INTO THE FLOOR LATER~

His thick fingers grasped Bri’s throat and made her gasp softly, ashamed at how her pussy gushed at his show of violence, choking for breath as he squeezed down on her windpipe and made Kylie shake with rage while Drew broke into tears at his own pathetic weakness.

“You know, you really are a fucking saint there Bri. Sacrificing yourself for poor Kylie…like that means anything. You’re already a fucking nigger cow, and I know damn well you’ll get on your knees and drain my fucking balls even if I nutted in that little bitch right now. But you know what? Since I’m so touched by your little motherly display, I’ll let you and Kylie over there go talk…maybe if you convince her not to beg me to pump her holes like every other bitch in this joint, I’ll leave her be.” He spat out harshly, tossing the woman to Kylie’s feet with a growl, his manly hands leaving a red imprint on her neck as she choked and sputtered violently, his attention instantly shifting to Ana as he SLAMMED her down onto the countertop and brutally crashed his 18-inch womb-wrecker into her cunt, the sounds of primal breeding ringing out through the café as even more of the customers crowded against him, joining his hands in grasping Ana’s stupidly wide hips and slamming her down onto her owner’s virile cockshaft, slobbering their tongues along the sweaty bull bulk of his powerful body while the THWAP THWAP THWAP! of his chiseled abs smacking into his bitch’s big black ass echoed almost endlessly.

FUCK! Bri gasped and whimpered like a needy little whore the instant Tyler wrapped his iron-like fist around her delicate throat! She trembled and writhed in shameful ecstasy, her fat juicy pussy gushing even more relentlessly, before she squirted like a simpering little whore the second he spat so violently in her incredibly sloppy, delirious face! Kylie couldn’t fathom how anyone could ever be that… MEAN. Why wasn’t Bri fighting back? Why was she mashing her suffocatingly thick thighs together, drenching her long legs in wave after wave of her sugary sweet nectar, as he called her every last nasty, degrading, inhumane name his depraved mind could conjure up!

Once he tossed her aside like a rag doll, Bri, on her knees, wrapped her arms around Kylie’s mind-bogglingly wide hips and clung to her oh-so-tightly. “K—Kylie, pleeeease… I know he looks so goodddd ♥♥♥ But you have to resist… The things he’ll do to you, the things you’ll start saying… I—It won’t be you anymore once he gets his hooks into you… He’ll turn you into his own nasty little cock-sleeve and fuck your mind into submission!” Bri moaned, the cherry-tinged sweetness of Kylie’s sopping wet pussy leaving the holier-than-thou MILF even more drenched, her fat, married cunt squirting all over the floor, forming a huge, sticky puddle all around her.

When she wasn’t looking at Bri, watching the concerned look on her face melt into one of mind-broken pleasure, she was watching Ana, thrown on top of the counter, face down and her humongously fat ass hanging up in the air, as Tyler drove his rock-hard Aryan womb-wrecker deep inside her greedily-squeezing, nastily gushing pussy! “YES, DADDY! I’LL BE A GOOD LITTLE PUSSY, I SWEAR ♥ FUUUCCCKKK! I CAN’T STOP CUMMING! DADDYYY ♥♥♥ BREAK MEEEEE ♥♥♥ RUIN MEEEEE ♥♥♥” Ana squealed at the top of her lungs, dragging her fat tongue back and forth across the counter, as she threw her heavy, doughy ass back at Tyler with all her might; the heavy “THWAP” “THWAP” “THWAP” of her soaked ass-cheeks colliding against his impossibly sculpted abs and musclebound hips spilling into every nook and cranny of the cafe, as his ragingly rigid behemoth pierced DEEP inside her freshly bruised and battered womb! Her fat, squishy walls clenched and squeezed with every ounce of strength she could manage, quivering and spasming faster and needier, as he sunk his ruthless hands into her soft, wobbly hips (bruising them up nice and hard) and fucked her into mindless submission!

pap pap pap

PLAP PLAP PLAP

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!

The sound of a godlike, mega-hung Aryan fuckstaff relentlessly pounding into a pair of doughy chocolate twerk-spheres was practically drowning out all else that could be heard within the Rosewood. Matched only by the bestial growls of the towering white bull that pumped his manly hips and smacked his beefy body against the young waitress like an animal in heat.

Tyler was being subjected to a pleasure that would have most men splattering out a year’s worth of their weak, dribbling, uneventful loads of lukewarm, barely there seed. His massive bull balls were being cradled and massaged on all sides, surrounded by the soft warmth of nearly a dozen whimpering tongues and soft, cocksucking bimbo lips, nastily slurping on whatever inch of his taint they could find while even more warm, feminine hands guided him along and stroked whatever bare stretch of musclebound bully bulk they could get their hands on, and worst (or best) of all, he was rammed to the balls inside the most utterly soaked, silky, cum-draining nigger cunt he’d ever had the pleasure of beating his cock into like the human fleshlight his bitches were!

And yet, that overwhelming pleasure only seemed to further invigorate him to plow into the needy nigger sow beneath him like the glorified cumsock she was! His massive nuts churned and broiled with a thick, pasty load that was a 100% guaranteed to make good use of Ana’s fertility primed body and KNOCK HER THE FUCK UP! His hand SMACKED! into her juicy cheeks as he roared out with a primal groan of bliss, grabbing her by her hair with his other hand like she was nothing but a disposable fucktoy and pulling her into his every powerful thrust with all the might he could muster in his body.

Drew watched with his heart pounding in terror…though beneath his feelings of fear and shame at watching his best friend mounted and pumped like a stupid nigger cow by the man he promised to protect her from…a deeper, truer feeling came to light, a catharsis that resulted from the awe-inspiring sight of a real man…no, a God amongst men, so effortlessly and primally asserting his dominion over the minds and bodies of his subjects. Why shouldn’t Tyler take whatever he wanted? He was stronger than a blubbering wimp like him would ever be…strong enough that all reason, loyalty, love, and even self-respect…it was all a mere meaningless obstacle in the way of his relentless quest to conquer. And as he furiously spanked Ana’s juicy, jiggly jumbo ass until her dark chocolate cheeks turned red with handprints, all while churning her pretty pink pussy into a mushy mess that would forever be his and his alone.

“FUCK…who the fuck owns this pussy, cunt! Tell me! TELL ME WHO YOUR FUCKING DADDY IS, YOU BRAINDEAD NIGGER FUCK-SOW!” He yelled down at her, mashing her face against the countertop as she screamed his name, his thrusts reaching a crescendo, planting his feet firmly into the ground as he crushed the massive, wobbling flesh of her juicy black asscheeks beneath his manly white bulk, his groans sending trembling pulses through Bri’s pussy as she instinctually understood her new owner’s grunts of orgasmic bliss.

“That’s right, take that fucking cock in that cunt, gonna breed you in front of every last bitch in this building, you little coon bitch.” He hissed down at Ana as she mewled with lust, grinding her hips back into his every rutting thrust and savoring the long desired pulse of his powerful shaft against her silky, cockmilking walls, the sight almost stopping Kylie and Bri from leaving before they managed to pull themselves away from the hypnotizingly lewd scene and take refuge in the employee bathroom.

A “frenzy” wasn’t expressive enough to truly describe the degrading, godless acts happening inside the Rosewood. The stench of pure carnal sex flooded every last inch of the space, forming a hot, muggy heat that clung to every bitch’s glistening skin like a thick, sticky haze. The sweet sugary scent of whore’s nectar mixed with the overpowering aroma of unadulterated masculinity, forming an overwhelming, orgasm-inducing concoction that flooded the senses of every last slutty, slobbering, cock-addicted fuck-doll in there! Whores spasmed, convulsed, writhed in absolute ecstasy, eyes sinking into the back of their skulls, tongues flailing violently to and fro, fat asses wobbling and clapping viciously, as each and every one of them squirted like a broken fire hydrant, hosing the floor and very last piece of furniture in the cafe in a saccharine sheen of their mind-numbingly sweet sugars! They clung to Daddy’s huge, rumbling nuts like leeches, sucking the sweat and salt clean off those humongous, hulking morsels of flesh, gobbled up his big fat fingers, gagging and gurgling on those thick wriggling digits so hungrily, licked and lapped at his sweaty taint, worshipping Daddy like the filthy little fuck-sows they all were, all while they licked, kissed, gnawed, and nibbled on every square inch of sweaty, musclebound flesh they could!

Of course, nothing could beat the unbelievable, virgin-like tightness of Ana’s greedily-squeezing, mindlessly gushing pussy! It was like she was built to take nothing but the biggest, fattest, most monstrous Aryan cocks! She wouldn’t give up until Daddy finally knocked her up and turned her into a proper nigger-sow! She craned her neck back as Tyler snatched up her thick, kinky curls, throwing her fat black ass back even harder, as each animalistic THRUST ended with a blistering SMACK on her beautifully bruised, reddened twerk-cheeks!

“YOU OWN THIS FUCKING NIGGER-PUSSY, DADDYYY ♥♥♥ FUUUCCCKKK ♥♥♥ IT’S ALL YOURS! FUCK IT UP! BEAT THAT PUSSY UP HARDER, PLEEEASE! GIVE ME SOOO MANY GORGEOUS WHITE BABIES TO RAISE, TYLERRR ♥♥♥ I WANT TO BE YOUR STUPID SLUTTY LITTLE NIGGER CUM-DUMP FOREVER AND EVER! A—AAAAAHHHH ♥♥♥ SHIIITTTTTT, DADDYYYYYY! SOOOO DEEEEPPPPP! HARDERRRR! RAPE THAT FUCKING NIGGER CUNT, DADDDYYYYYYY ♥♥♥” Drew listened to every last depraved word spilling past Ana’s glossy, slobbering lips. He watched her eyes light up with pure ecstasy, big, wide, heart-shaped pupils growing so large and filling with nothing but the deep, primal desire to be BRED LIKE A GOOD LITTLE NIGGER FUCK-SLEEVE! She just looked so… Satisfied. Like taking Tyler’s massive monster cock was all she really wanted or needed in her life. The sound of that big bully’s animalistic roars immediately made Drew feel so small, he shrank down as he watched Ana’s pussy get utterly flooded with the stickiest, gooiest, thickest batch of boiling hot stud-slop he’d ever seen!

After nearly an hour spent working Ana’s poor pussy into a pulverized pulp and draining his virile cumtanks within their inner depths, Tyler slowly unsheathed himself from her clingy folds, much to the delight of the Rosewood patrons who eagerly sought to feast on his freshly brewed load, only to be stopped as he barked at them to hold it, shivering with their conflicting needs to obey the commands of such an overwhelming alpha, and their instinctual desire to feast on his sticky seed like the cum addicted whores he’d turned them into. But they were wise enough to hold their tongue as the beefy stud smiled sinfully, looking back at the whimpering Drew as he watched helplessly, his eyes shifting between Tyler’s swinging, cum-coated rape-rod and the utterly flooded cunt of his best friend, oozing with the sticky soup of superior genetic slop Tyler had just stuffed her with.

“Well, looks like it’s your lucky day Drewie! I’ve been nice enough to make you my own special drink…coffee with a heavy side of thick, frothing cream. I’ll be getting cleaned up in the bathroom, so I hope you help yourself while I’m away…I’ll be really upset if you don’t, after all.” He told the shivering boy, being met with nothing but a pathetic nod of acceptance as he snickered with pride, fully displaying his naked form as he walked over to the staff bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, the click of the lock making the Rosewood patrons mewl with displeasure as they were denied the right to eat his morning load, and prevented from licking its remains off his glorious cock…if he wasn’t such a masterful, womb-wrecking stud of a man, they’d be throwing a riot over something like this.

Ana flipped onto her back, fat ass and long legs dangling off the edge of the counter, as she shoved her fingers deep inside her gaping, gooey cunny, shoveling up a thick batch of Daddy’s precious cream, and slurped it up so sloppily; drooling all over her slender fingers while she buried them deep inside her greedy pink gullet, gagging so loudly that it made Drew practically bust his own thin, watery load right then and there. Her fat pussy leaked and gushed so hard, a waterfall of steamy white seed spilling out all over the sticky, soaked floor, as whores came to blows over who would lap it all up first!

Drew gulped, trembling at the thought of even getting close to Ana’s fat, puffy chocolaty pussy. Her beautiful gray eyes met his, as she let out a gentle, almost playful giggle. “Don’t be shyyyy, Drewww… I know you want a taste… Drink up Daddy’s tasty creamy goodness! I know you’ll just looove it…”

It took all their willpower for Bri and Kylie to finally race back into the employee restroom just moments before he stuffed Ana so impossibly full with his greasy sprays of hot, sticky nut-paste, finding rest in the handicapped stall tucked in the far corner. Kylie let out a long sigh of relief, before she noticed what Bri had been uncomfortably staring at…

It was a large hole carved into the wall, looking into the adjoining stall. It was huge, like a giant gaping tunnel. The edges of the hole were covered with protective tape, to make sure whatever slid inside wouldn’t be harmed in any way. It was like something in Bri suddenly SNAPPED, as she squatted down low, right in the front of the hole, bouncing her massive, marshmallowy twerk-cheeks, and opened up that steaming hot mouth of hers. Kylie couldn’t believe it… She just sat down next to her, and watched her beloved boss pull her mammoth-sized udders out of her tiny top, pinching and twisting her fat, puffy nipples, while her sloppy, dripping tongue lolled out of her piping hot maw, flicking back and forth against the enormous gloryhole. “D—Don’t watch… ♥♥♥ J—Just leave, Kylie…” Bri begged, slurring her words and whimpering like a cock-drunk whore, before the restroom door finally swung open and somebody slammed the adjoining stall door SHUT.

Those heavy, thundering footsteps, that addictive, mind-rotting stench, those deep, beastly snarls, it all sent shivers rolling down Kylie’s spine. She watched in wide-eyed confusion as Bri assumed the position, tits out, ass wobbling, tongue dragging against the giant gaping hole, before her brain short circuited as she finally caught a good long look at the ungodly fat, sloppy, dripping white behemoth twitching between Tyler’s powerful legs!

Any confusion the two women had at the sudden intrusion into the bathroom was completely disregarded by the Aryan alpha, who ruffled his fingers through his wild mane of hair as he entered the middle stall of the bathroom, chuckling a bit at the crudely written warning of “NO WIMP DICKS ALLOWED!” he’d scrawled on his hastily made gloryhole, marking it for his personal use and his only…which was true for everything in the new Rosewood, a fact that became all too clear to Bri as the establishment’s real owner slid that unforgettable fuck-shaft through that not-so-little hole, his cock veritably dripping in his brain-rotting alpha musk and mingling with the scent of Ana’s sugary sweet pussy juice, a short knock against the wall of the stall giving her all she needed to understand her master’s command…

Get those nasty nigger lips on my fat cock, bitch.

“O—Oh my god…” She whispered in disbelief, while Bri slowly wrapped her fat, pillowy lips around his humongous, bloated cockhead, slurping up the salty, gooey trail of steaming hot jizz still oozing from Tyler’s fat cock-slit. Bri’s mouth was hotter, sloppier, and squishier than ever before, as drool and Ana’s sugary cunt-slop dribbled down her chin and onto her ridiculously fat, jiggly udders. Her fat tongue glided underneath Tyler’s violently twitching rod, teasing the sensitive undercarriage nice and slow, as she pushed her piping hot throat-cunt further and further down, her slender windpipe bulging while she savored the salty-sweet flavors dredged along Daddy’s addictive, barely-legal breeding beef!

Kylie moved in closer, gnawing on her pillowy bottom lip, unable to tear her eyes away, as she watched Bri’s pussy leak like a monsoon; dripping, drooling, gushing excitedly while her fingers mindlessly mashed down her stiff, oversized clit. She slathered Tyler’s slobbery monster cock in all that glossy, creamy, cakey red lipstick painted across her whore lips, before suddenly pulling back off with a sickeningly sloppy “POP”. She SPAT even harder on Tyler’s meat, before licking and kissing it all over, earning herself a fat faceful of Daddy’s drug-like pre-nut! She soon went back to focusing on that huge, hulking mushroom tip, tongue slowly teasing the oozing slit, as she sucked, slurped, and even very lightly nibbled on the beefy, nerve-ridden bulb, truly taking her time to worship Daddy’s god-cock properly.

“Shit…I already know that’s you, Bri, but if you keep sucking me off THAT good, I might just not slam my cock down that bitch Kylie’s throat…” Tyler huffed, steadying his hand against the wall of the stall and readjusting his hips just that much more, slowly pushing forward until one by one, the musky orbs of his huge, dangling nuts, smacked against the wall on the other side of the door.

Though his stamina was indefatigable as ever, the towering stud-God took pleasure in having Bri’s silky soft, lipstick-sheened, cocoa-skinned lips massage his cum-coated pussy-pounder while he stood back and groaned in relaxation. The rumbling noise of his virile balls churning up a new, fresh load of pure alpha breeding batter was practically deafening on the other side of the wall, pounding into Kylie’s ears as she watched them jump and twitch in Bri’s soft, tiny hands, completely dwarfed by the sheer size of Tyler’s burly white ballsack.

The scent, the smell, the soundof those brutally powerful swimmers sloshing around in that thick, heavy sack was astoundingly hypnotic, leaving Kylie practically drooling with need as she crawled on her hands and knees, back arched to make that giant coon cake wobble in the air with every sway of her overdeveloped hips. She paused for a long moment as she sat on her haunches, watching the depraved scene before her, the woman she’d often regarded as a second mother, completely debasing herself on the altar of big, beefy, slutbreaking white God-dick, the incessant GLRKGLRGLRKGLRKGLRK of her poor throat sputtering and choking on Tyler’s massive monstercock making it hard to even think about how much of a misogynistic pig he was…it was hard to think of anything except cradling those juicy balls in her mouth and tasting his intoxicating alpha stench straight from the source…

At least, until the ringing of Bri’s long discarded phone on the bathroom floor interrupted her right as her trembling lips were inches away from wrapping around the huge, manly spunk-sack dangling in front of her. Bri sputtered and mewled as her jaw remained stretched to its absolute limit on the base of Tyler’s towering bully-beef, her eyes watering as she slowly looked to the surface of her screen to confirm that it was indeed her husband calling her…likely to inform her that she’d neglected to pick up their kids like she was always supposed to at this hour.

Tyler, of course, paid no mind to the shame that made Bri’s eyes water with tears, calling the women’s attention as he banged his fist against the stall door and nearly threatened to break it apart then and there.

“God! I thought I’d turned this place into a decent fucking joint, and I still can’t get half-alright service. Someone on the other side better pick up that fucking phone so I can get back to rearranging this fucking whore’s throat, and I don’t give a fuck if that means whoever’s calling has to hear me dumping my load down her stupid guts.” He commanded, the firmness of his baritone voice making it abundantly clear that there would be disastrous consequences if the sows on the other side dared to disobey.

Luckily, the sound had died off soon after, allowing Bri to hastily kick her phone back into Kylie's direction, just as relieved to have the opportunity to fully devote herself to nastily suckling on every last inch of enormous, barely-legal teen bully-cock as her greedy whore throat could swallow!

Kylie had never seen anything so… Wet and sloppy in her life. It didn’t even look natural, the way Bri’s throat seemed to split wide open, bulging fatter and fatter as she swallowed up inch after inch of Tyler’s goddamned monster cock, the sickeningly sloppy sounds of nasty, unrelenting cock-worship growing louder and sluttier by the second. A thick slurry of slobbery drool caked Bri’s chin and the back of her bloated, vise-like throat, as the obscene “SLLLUUURRRPPP” and “GLRKGLRKGLRKGLRK” tearing from her piping hot throat-cunt become even more intense as she wound her neck back and impaled her fat, squishy, squeezing pink throat-pussy down on that gorgeous Aryan bitch-breaker like her life depended on it! Fat, matronly ebony udders wobbling furiously, smacking with a heavy “CLAP” that mixed with the unceasing “PLAP” “PLAP” “PLAP” of her desperately twerking shelf of soft, doughy dark-chocolate ass-meat, while Bri’s needy fingers started mauling harder and harder on her stiff, aching clit; mashing and grinding it down until it was red and raw, before she shamelessly shoved three fingers knuckle-deep inside her whorishly gushing pussy. She was putting her ALL into absolutely worshipping Tyler’s frighteningly fat cunt-splitter, burying that jaw-breaking white behemoth into the furthest reaches of her squishy, slurping esophagus, her pussy-like walls clenching, quivering, and massaging every last inch, as her heart-shaped eyes rolled into the back of her skull, pure, mindless ecstasy plastered across the cheating whore’s cock-drunk face.

Eventually, with a sickeningly sloppy “SSSCCCHHLLLUUURRRPPP” Bri pulled her sweltering hot, ungodly wet gullet back all the way to Tyler’s ridiculously fat cockhead, nursing mindlessly on that huge, bloated bulb, letting ounce after ounce of thick, chunky pre-slop blast down her fat, glossy lips and flood her jizz-soaked belly completely, before she suddenly SLAMMED herself entire juicy, gaping throat-cunt down in EVERY SINGLE INCH OF THAT GODFORSAKEN TEENAGE MONSTER COCK! Mascara-stained tears rolled down her cheeks, her incredibly thick, matronly body convulsing uncontrollably, as Tyler’s cock skewered her windpipe so deep that it SMASHED against the muscly, cervix-like entrance to her stomach, blasting piping hot ropes of batter-thick nut-sludge deep inside! She slowly pulled herself back, throat squeezing tighter and greedier with every inch that slipped out, drenched in a muggy-hot sheen of sugary throat-slime and smeared pink lipstick, as she brought her fat, bruised lips back to Tyler’s overgrown cockhead, spitting and drooling all over it, before finally IMPALING her throat right back down all over again!

Kylie was in AWE, heavy, bubbly black twerk-globes bouncing and jiggling mindlessly in the air, tongue lapping and flicking back and forth, eyes big, bright, and completely filled with empty-headed lust, before she was suddenly brought back down to earth by the sound of Bri’s phone ringing…

RING… RING… RING… RING…

Kylie’s heart sank when she noticed Robert’s picture flashing across the screen. She looked to Bri, filled with an overwhelming sense of dread, but the cow-titted ebony fuck-doll didn’t dare stop slurping on Tyler’s sopping wet rod; gagging, gurgling, choking like a braindead whore, while she painted the floor in wave after wave of sticky, tooth-rotting sugars. A small part of Bri (the remnants of her conscience still fighting for control) knew that answering the phone wouldn’t a be a good idea, that it would only make the growing tensions in her household even worse…

So… Why did she answer? Even Kylie was stunned, jaw dropped, as Bri pushed the phone towards her…

“SSSCCCHHHLLLUUURRRPPP”, she pulled off Tyler’s cock completely, gasping and panting, spitting all over it, dragging her fat tongue down to those even fatter nuts and slurping all over them; gobbling them up, sucking the sweat right off his heavy, rumbling sack, as she came even harder! Then, it was right back to braindead cock-milking, pumping her fat, squishy gullet faster and harder, squeezing tighter and tighter, burying her face into the wall before pulling all the way back and slamming her throat right back down, again and again and again…

“H—Hello…? Sweetheart? Can you hear me? What’s with all that racket? Are you alright…?” Robert sounded so worried, so concerned for his wife’s wellbeing… Little did he know that she was giving the sloppiest throat-job of her life to a bully less than half his age!

“U—Um… Mr. Watson? Hi, it’s me, Kylie.”

“Oh! Kylie, good to hear from you, my dear. How was your trip? Um, and what’s with all that noise? Is something going? Why are you answering Bri’s phone? Where is she?”

“S—She’s, ummm… Handling something pretty big right now, so… I—I thought I would answer for her, haha…”

“Oh? Big, huh? My darling works much too hard. It’s not that boy again, is it? That, what’s his name, Tyler? He’s not causing her and Drew anymore problems, right?”

A sickening squelch could be heard amidst the slobbery, throat-slamming, pussy-dripping throatfuck that Bri delightedly self-imposed upon her poor, vulnerable face. Wet, caramel lips dripped with spit and sloppy throat-slime that trickled down over Tyler’s wrinkly, sweaty, audibly churning ballsack.

Kylie was hyperventilating, her chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm as she barely held onto the phone in her hands, fingers trembling before her focus was readjusted by Richard’s urging voice of concern.

“Hello, Kylie? I hope you’re not getting caught up in anything too, I really hate to burden you with all this, but Bri has just been…well, she’s not been quite the same as usual. Of course, she’s always been a hard worker, but the hours she’s pulling at the café are just becoming ridiculous now…it feels like ever since she ran into that boy Tyler, she’s barely ever around these days. And even when she is around, she doesn’t really seem all that there, like she’s staring off into space, barely even taking care of the kids, and playing with her clothes a lot…I’m sorry, what’s that noise I’m hearing?” Richard rambled on, stopping himself as he heard a particularly loud SCHLLLLLRRRRRRK~! of his beloved wife nuzzling her lips right against the sweat-stained crotch of the very same hung stud her husband feared was stealing her away from him~

Kylie gulped at the sight, her ovaries tingling with need, sensing the impending release of the Aryan monster-God’s greasy, pungent load, her tongue nearly wagging out as she mindlessly wagged her hips and panted out a barely thought excuse, eager to watch Tyler BLAST BRI’S SILKY THROAT-PUSSY WITH HIS NIGGER-TAMING CUM-CANNON.

The burly bull grunted powerfully from behind the wall, his fist slamming into the wall and sending splintering cracks through it in a show of effortless strength that made Kylie’s quivering cunt gush with utter, unrestrained need, her voice a low whisper as hearts formed in her eyes, muttering a barely thought out excuse before cutting off Richard’s call and tossing the phone to the ground. She watched the brutal self-impaling throat rape of her boss’s needy nigger throat while she gulped heavily, lips quivering and drool dribbling over her chin, wishing their two mouths could become one right as she heard the stud’s thick nuts CHURN with the oncoming payload of whitewashing stud-grease.

“FUCK, GONNA FUCKING NUT YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU BETTER SWALLOW EVERY FUCKING DROP BEFORE I END UP FINDING WHERE YOUR FUCKING HUBBY LIVES AND KICKING HIS ASS FOR INTERRUPTING ME, SHIT!” He growled like an animal, throwing his head back and roaring as his balls tightened against his huge, heavy shaft, readying to spit out a near river’s worth of hot, nasty fuck sludge, his sounds of primal pleasure drawing Kylie to nurse his hefty balls in her soft palms, marveling at the sheer weight of those monstrously bloated bull nuts as she waited for the power hose of oatmeal-thick cum that she definitely didn’t want to get BLASTED ALL OVER HER AND REMIND HER OF HER PURPOSE AS AN INFERIOR JIGGABOO CUM-RAG

Bri couldn’t help but feel a sick sense of pride slowly washing over her at the sound of Tyler’s deep, rapturous approval. His beastly, overbearing groans and moans of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, it sent waves of unbearable pleasure racing down her ridiculously thick, voluptuous figure, making her spasm and writhe even harder, all while her unhinged, jaw-breaking throat-rape grew even more intense and animalistic. Ounce after ounce of fat, gooey, tar-like nut-sludge blasted relentlessly down her gaping, gurgling gullet, those squishy, slurping walls squeezing and milking every last morsel of rich, protein-packed Alpha seed from Tyler’s humongous, loudly rumbling nuts with a vacuum-like intensity! Kylie marveled at the uttlerly mindless expression plastered across her slobbery, jizz-smeared face, not a single thought lingering behind those empty, sex-crazed eyes EXCEPT a primal, all-consuming NEED to worship her studly Aryan Master. It was a miracle that Kylie worked up the strength to tear herself away from her mindless, slobbery gawking and needy, pussy-soaked twerking long enough to hang on poor, limp-dicked Robert, or he would’ve had the pleasure of listening to the sound of his whore wife having an actual, honest-to-god orgasm, not the fake ones she’s been serving up in their bedroom all these years. Kylie watched the juices flood out of that sloppy, angry-red pussy for what must’ve been the dozenth time in a row now; watched her fingers ram in and out of her vise-like cunt wildly, sugary fem-slop caking her entire fist as the huge, glistening pool of Bri’s nectar spread out into the adjoining stall and drenched Tyler’s sneakers.

It was remarkable how much of a beating her fat, slurping, squeezing throat-cunt could take! It was like her desperate desire to fully and completely satisfy Tyler numbed the intense pain of her jaw nearly being split in two! And with his nuts churning even harder, clenching and rumbling with a huge, chokingly thick load WITH HER NAME ON IT, Bri picked up the pace; slobbering, choking, clenching, milking, completely raping her esophagus on that barely-legal bastard’s addictive slab of teenage meat, while Kylie’s nervous hands suddenly reached out and began lightly cradling Tyler’s giant, steaming hot nuts.

She squeezed gently, watching Tyler’s cock twitch and trembling in response, gripping her fingers around those sweaty, overgrown morsels of Alpha beef and massaging his aching sack nice and slow, coaxing even fatter globs of chunky, chowder-y pre-nut down Bri’s jizz-glazed windpipe.

Kylie slowly brought her fat, quivering, crimson-red lips down his mind-numbingly musky sack, tongue spilling out and gently lapping back and forth, as she planted his softball-sized balls with sloppy, juicy kisses. Kissing soon turned into making out, and making out quickly became her gargling on Tyler’s addictive nuts, stuffing one deep inside her piping hot maw while she kneaded firmly on the other. This just felt so… Right. Like it was her calling, her one true desire in the whole wide world. Her eyes widened, pussy squirted, ass wobbled even faster, as Tyler was mere moments away from COMPLETELY FLOODING BRI’S STARVING, NEEDY NIGGER-GULLET WITH ALL THAT GRADE-A COLONIZER SEED!

SPLURRRRRT, SPURRRRRRT, SPPPPLOOOOORT!

The heavy, sloshing noise of Tyler’s thickening cumvein swelling with his oncoming wash of pure white stud-goo, which Kylie eagerly looked forward to, dragging her tongue across every grody, sweaty stretch of tightening skin she could get her slimy, stud-serving tongue on as her heart clenched with every pulse of those heavy, seed-stuffed orbs.

His groans carried through by more than three street blocks, sending shivers through the already oversensitive cunts of his devoted, cock-worshipping followers within the Rosewood, who watched enraptured as Drew tried and failed to fight the arousal on his treacherous, wimpy black cuck-cock as he slurped down every last dreg of hot, dripping, pure-white alpha cum out of the woman he’d loved for years, all while she brayed and came like a wild bitch, not at the ministrations of his tongue, but the sheer knowledge that her ivory-skinned fuck-God was spraying Bri and Kylie down with his load in the very next room. Bri, for her part, was clearly trying to obey his command to swallow down his every last brain-melting jizz blast, though even she couldn’t be sure if that was to protect her husband from the limb-breaking beatdown she knew he had in store if she failed to be a good cumbucket…or if she was just that addicted to every last hot, bubbly drop of oatmeal-thick bully jizz being sprayed in her greedy belly.

But as he always did, Tyler managed to exceed her expectations entirely with the sheer, unending volume of his thick, tar-like nut, her throat swelling with every bulge of his veiny, pussy-splitting prick while her eyes began to water with every messy shot of cum that sprayed down her throat. The airtight seal of her glossy bimbo dick-pillows began to leak out with scalding hot dribbles of ivory seed, marking her wobbly chocolate milktanks in a sheen of spit, throatslime and 100% breeding-ready, bitch-taming stud-cum, leaving her massive tits jiggling in the air and made all the more lewd by the slick outpouring of fluids that sprayed across every crevice of juicy brown fuck-flesh. She sputtered and coughed as her pretty black face grew red, her natural nigger fucktoy instincts nearly compelling her to let herself fucking choke on every shot as long as she could drink more of his virile sperm straight from the top, but unfortunately, her rational mind managed to kick in at the very last moment, drawing her to drag her head back with a juicy wet SCHLOOOOOORP~ that made her plush, pillowy lips reluctantly pull off from his still-spraying cock with a nasty, echoing POP.

She expected him to be close to the end of his climax, but she was soon proven wrong as the raging stud-cock seemed to shake and spray violently, almost as though punishing its servant for daring to betray her master’s orders, harshly spitting out dense, wet sprays of thick cum that slapped across her pretty face and marked her as a whitewashed cum-toilet. Almost on instinct, Kylie dragged herself away from the tasty orbs of Tyler’s heaving taint, pulling Bri against her by her hips so the two servile slave whores were face to angry, throbbing, bitchbreaking white cockhead, barely even having the time to open her tongue to receive it before her face was UTTERLY DRENCHED IN SHOT AFTER SHOT OF HOT, JUICY, MUSKY, OVERPOWERING CUM THAT LEFT HER SQUIRTING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST TOUCH TO HER TREMBLING CLIT!

Minutes passed by with nothing but the euphoric bliss of being hosed down like a cheap stripper whore in both the women’s minds, faces locked together and nearly close enough to smooch around the powerful crown of Tyler’s huge, hulking manhood as the final drop of his cum…a dense, thick dribble of creamy Aryan seed as fat, squishy and tasty-looking as a gummy worm, which plopped down onto both of their lips for them to greedily feast on as his cock finally somewhat abated, still half-hard as he dragged his chiseled hips back and slowly caught his breath.

“Not too bad, bitch. But you didn’t swallow everything like you said you would. Tell Richard to expect a visit from me sometime…or don’t, I don’t really give a fuck if he knows I’m gonna rape his whore wife in front of him after I beat his ass or not.” Tyler grumbled from behind the wall, treating his two nigger cock-toys like little more than a used rag as he bashed out from the bathroom and slowly left, the echoing thuds of his footsteps nearly making the two whores cum then and there from the sheer, overwhelming power in his adonis-like form making their trembling fingers shiver against their drenched slits as they played with one another in his absence.

And just like that, he was gone once again, dragging Ana with him by his hair like a ragdoll and laughing maniacally as Drew was left gargling and choking on the salty, stinky mess of coagulated cock-sauce sliding down his throat courtesy of his crush’s ruined black cuntfolds queefing out a river’s worth of slimy, sperm-packed bull-nut that had seemingly no end in sight.

And all the while, as Bri slumped down in the pool of sticky ball-brew smothering the entire bathroom stall, eyes rolling back into her head, looking deep into Kylie’s eyes as they gleamed with so much disappointment…both in herself for giving into Tyler’s disgusting whims, and in the woman she’d so admired as her boss for years. Bri couldn’t care less what the young woman she once considered akin to a surrogate daughter of hers thought about her degraded, mindbroken state, as her fractured cock-addict mind could only think one thought that echoed in the deepest vestiges of her soul in constant resonance.

“Fughhhh daddy…Pleaseeeeeeee come back….I need my pussy ruined by that fat white cock too~”