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Back to School Special!

Written by 1845 Laura

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Homecoming

Humiliation!

Written by 1845 Laura

I always knew that my husband wasn’t a good man or a good person. His personality wasn’t a thing I married him for, his family’s estate in Mississippi was. When I decided that I could tolerate him by my side for the money I didn’t really think about what it would really entail. And how his

real face would show as soon as there was a ring on my finger.

When Timothy and I just met he seemed like a typical rich boy to me, exactly the type I was going for, but even

then I could see that there was something else hiding behind it. As soon as I was locked up with a prenup he showed me how truly rude and arrogant he could be. I was surprised by the way he treated me now, especially when I didn’t agree with him, but I could take it. After all, it’s not difficult to get away from your rich husband.

I filled my time with trips, shopping, fitness – everything that could make me happier while I was away

from Timothy. He would complain every now and then, accusing me of doing nothing, but spending his money, but I knew how to handle him. I think deep down he knew, that no woman, especially the one looking like me,

would’ve chosen him if he was penniless. In addition to his not-so-great personality, he also had one of the smallest dicks I saw. Maybe it was the reason for his attitude?

In the end, it didn’t really matter to me. Our agreement was working just fine for both of us and we didn’t spend

that much time together anyway. The only exception was our trips to his family on Thanksgiving. Timothy didn’t like his parents all that much, even though they gave him everything he had, but that trip was sacred. We needed to be there if we wanted to keep money flowing and I made peace with that.

There was one thing that I found particularly curious in regards to our trips. As soon as we were in the town

Timothy’s attitude would completely change as if he was a whole new person. From being cocky, arrogant, and outright annoying he would become nervous, quiet, and agitated. I asked him time and time again what this whole thing was about, but he wouldn’t tell me. I knew that it was something important, so I didn’t stop pressing him about it any chance I got. Timothy still wouldn’t give me an answer, but when we were with his parents he wouldn’t even come out of the house unless it was absolutely necessary. I wanted to unravel that mystery and, after our last trip there, I finally got the chance.

That morning Timothy snapped at me. I decided to ask him again while he was acting so strangely and, instead of

giving me his usual excuse, he screamed at me. He called me a stupid worthless slut and threw a pillow at me. It didn’t hurt me physically, at first, but it did bruise my ego. If he was acting this way at his parent’s house, what would he do when we’re back home? I wanted to hurt him too, just as bad, if not more. I wanted him to know how it feels to be next to a man like him and in the end I made it happen.

“We need to stop there,” I said, nodding at the restaurant we were about to drive past.

“Why?” Timothy asked, already sounding annoyed. We were about thirty miles out of the town and his usual

behavior was already making a comeback.

“Because I was too upset to have breakfast and I’m not going to starve because of your behavior,” I said in a firm

tone, hoping he would feel at least a little bit guilty. It was unlikely, but I still needed to try.

“It’s not a long drive, you can eat at home. I’m not going to stop just because of you...”

I didn’t let him finish the sentence. I leaned over the console and moved the wheel to the side. Timothy swore,

pressing on the breaks.

“Are you fucking insane? You could’ve killed us both!” he said, looking at me with fury, but I didn’t care.

“Don’t be so dramatic, you’re acting like a girl! Now let’s go there so I can eat”

For some reason my words convinced him and Timothy went out of the car without another word. He was

looking nervous, just like he did back in the town and I loved to see it. I wanted to witness his discomfort more than anything else after the things he did to me.

We went inside the diner and it was just as quiet and small as I imagined. I didn’t expect or need much, I just

craved some toast and coffee and that was the thing I hoped to get. Timothy was looking around as if making sure no one could see him and I wondered if he had paranoia. We sat at a booth in the corner, far away from the other people, and soon made our order. I smiled, seeing Timothy still tense. He rubbed his palms and I could tell that he didn’t like being there.

“I’ll go to the restroom,” I said, getting up, but Timothy didn’t hear me.

I made my way past the other tables, not looking around much until the men behind one of them made me

pay attention to them.

“Nice tits,” I heard a voice behind my back and then laugh. I turned around, to see who was made this rude

comment and saw three black men that looked right at me. “Are you going to just look at us, or are you going to join in?”

The one who talked to me was definitely their leader. He had that cocky attitude that reminded me of Timothy, but unlike my soft husband, this guy really looked like he earned it. He was thin, his skin was very dark and I could

see tattoos all over his arms and going up to his neck. I wondered if he had them hidden under his pants too.

The other two were his crew and were sitting a little behind, but both of them looked more than intimidating

too. One guy took more space than the other two combined – he was tall and fat, which made him instantly stand out. He was sporting a few tattoos as well which made me think that the three of them were in a gang.

The third guy was very tall and thin, but I could see the muscles rolling under his skin. He was giving me a

half-smile and I knew that he wanted to put in a comment, but was probably too afraid of his boss. His tattoos were similar, which was not surprising.

Usually, I would’ve just gone past them, showing that I didn’t care and wasn’t interested in any way. It usually

bruised men’s egos more than anything else I could do or say, but today was different. I felt like I could use them and their attitude to punish my husband and that was the thing I craved the most. So I decided to play along.

“I would’ve loved to sit with the guys like you, have a few drinks, maybe go somewhere else later,” I said in my most seductive tone, leaning down, so they could see the

top of my breasts better and imagine what else I could show them. “But I don’t think my husband would allow it to happen. Maybe you should talk to him?”

I pointed at our booth in hopes that these guys would decide to have a heart-to-heart with Timothy, but I got a

completely different reaction. Once the leader looked in his direction his eyes went a little wide and he slapped the guy next to him on the shoulder.

“Look, is this Tiff...” he stopped, remembering that I stood near them. “Timmy?”

Now I was curious. These guys knew my husband and it seemed like they knew something that I had no idea

about. I wanted to make my husband regret the things he did and said and now it seemed like I had my chance to do something that would make him regret it for the rest of his days.

“Do you know each other?” I asked.
“Yes, we went to school together. Those were very good times,” the leader laughed, looking at the others. It seemed

like they all were in on the joke and I just needed to make sure they’ll let me know what it is too.

“Timothy never said that he had such handsome friends back then,” I said half-flirtingly. “Maybe you

should come to our table so you could relieve those good memories?”

“Let’s go, Stylus,” one of the guys addressed the leader. “I’m very curious what our little friend was up to all these

years and how he scored himself a girl like her”

I smiled wide, knowing that my plan was working. I was walking at the head of the group and had the pleasure

to see how Timothy’s face was changing the closer me and the guys were to him. He looked pale, his hands were shaking and it seemed like he was searching for an exit. But he had nowhere to run, not now.

“Melissa,” he said, swallowing hard. “Who are these men?”

I think we all knew that he was pretending not to know him. The look on his face told it all, but the guys decided to

play along.

“Don’t you remember us, Timmy?” Stylus said, getting closer and sitting next to my husband. He put a hand on

Timothy’s shoulder and pulled him closer, making it even more noticeable how small and delicate my husband was. “We had such a good time together, and you don’t remember? What about Kincaid? Or 9-Block?”

I was enjoying seeing him like this. I was so used to tolerating Timothy’s bad behavior and now he finally could

get the taste of his own medicine.

“Oh, yes, I remember now,” he nodded fast, trying to appear as small as possible. Kincaid and 9-Block already took the sits across the table from him and I could barely

squeeze myself onto the edge next to Stylus. “It’s nice seeing you, guys”

“You’re so shy, Timmy. I don’t remember you being like this,” 9-Block laughed, looking Timothy in the eyes.

“You loved to get in all kinds of trouble with us, didn’t you? I still remember that time behind the bleachers”

Timothy went even more pale now and I just knew he was reliving the worst moments of his life. I was enjoying

every second of it, knowing that every word I hear I will use against him later and, who knows, maybe our marital life will get better after today.

“So were you, friends, back then?” I asked them, mostly fishing for more information.

“You can say that,” Stylus laughed along with the others. “Timmy loved to be on his own most of the time and some bad ideas would get into his head. We will do

something not up to the code, he would rat us out and we would ask him to make it up to us. And he always did”

They laughed again and loud, making me believe that it was something big, something that I needed to know.

Timothy was trying to get away from Stylus, but he wasn’t letting him go. I needed to make them give me more information and I was willing to do anything for it.

The conversation kept going, especially once I said that they could order anything they wanted and Timothy would

pay. He wasn’t happy about it, but he didn’t dare to speak out. I was trying to get a conversation on track so I could know more, but Stylus and his gang wouldn’t say much. I had pieces of the puzzle, but not the whole picture and I desperately needed to have it. And there was no better thing to untie someone’s tongue than alcohol.

“It’s so good to finally meet Timothy’s real friends,” I smiled. “I think, we need to get somewhere when we can

continue this conversation. Do you know any good clubs or bars in the area?”

Timothy looked at me as if I just signed his death sentence.

“Oh yes, let’s go! It’s time for us all to have drinks,” 9-Block agreed with excitement. “You’re going to pay there

too, right, Tiffany?”

Finally, it slipped out. Were they just making fun of Timothy by calling him that or was there something more?

I guess I will find out soon.

“Yes, of course, I will pay,” sounding upset my husband agreed.

When we walked out of the diner and went to our car Stylus whistled.

“That’s a nice baby!” he said with appreciation and I saw a sparkle in his eyes. “Maybe I can drive it to the club? What do you think, Timmy? Can you let your old friend be

in charge?”

I knew how much Timothy loved his car, how annoyed he was at the smallest speck of dirt. This was definitely

going to bruise his ego, but he couldn’t say “no”. “Yes, sure,” his hands were shaking as he pulled out the

keys and gave them to Stylus. “Enjoy the ride”

I knew that Timothy wouldn’t want to sit in the back, that it was probably his worst nightmare come to life, so I

did my best to take the front seat and look at him with a smile as I opened the door.

“Hope there will be enough space for you in the back,” I said in the sweetest tone, seeing how scared he was

getting. 9-Block and Kincaid were smiling too, probably knowing what kind of fun it meant for them.

I was in my seat, next to Stylus, looking in the rare view mirror while they were getting packed inside. Timothy

ended up sitting between the two of them, but even with his small frame, there wasn’t enough place for him next to Kincaid. He was wiggling around between the men, trying to get comfortable, until Kincaid had enough of it.

“Sit still!” he groaned, grabbing Timothy by the hips and sitting him in his lap. I could see my husband

sweating, especially as Kincaid pulled him closer. I was more than sure that Timothy’s bubbly ass was now touching this man’s cock through his pants and I loved it. I prayed that the road to the bar would be a bumpy one.

“Let’s go!” Stylus said, starting the engine. While we drove I wasn’t taking my eyes off the mirror.

I was watching Timothy’s face as he tried not to move in Kincaid’s lap and he looked terrified. I could see that he was more than uncomfortable and I loved it. Meanwhile, Kincaid seemed to absolutely love it. He even grabbed Timothy’s hips and was either holding him or moving him in his lap and I felt like I knew what he was doing, grinding himself over my husband’s ass.

Finally, we were there. Timothy almost jumped out of the car, looking at me as if he needed saving, but I wasn’t

about to give him a chance to escape. He needed to go through pain and humiliation and I planned to do everything in my power to make it happen.

We went inside and instantly found us a table. The waitress was there to take our orders and I knew that it

was about to be fun. I pulled out Timothy’s card, planning to make the most of the money he had. I waited until we all had a few more rounds before I started my questioning again.

“So, what did you do with him?” I asked, nodding at Timothy. This time he was sitting in the far corner and 9-Block was pressing him to the wall. “When this little

prick would turn you in”

I felt much more open right now too. Alcohol just had this effect on me, making me more confident and brave. I was leaning over the table, letting all of them see more of

my boobs than they could ever hope.

“Do you want me to tell her?” Stylus asked Timothy but didn’t even wait for the answer. “I mean, look at him. He’s

so small, so helpless. You could really do anything with him, right, guys?”

They all laughed and I felt like they were ready to be more open with me.

“Let’s say we needed a little pick me up after being in the principal’s office,” 9-Block smiled, putting a hand on

Timothy’s thigh. “And he provided it to us any way he could”

“Take a good look,” Kincaid continued. “Look at those small soft hands, at that mouth, hell, look at that mouth

and you’ll have an idea!”

They all laughed again, making Timothy turn beet-red. Now I was sure that all the small nudges I saw through the night weren’t just them being sarcastic. Timothy was their little bitch at one point and maybe I could make them turn

him into one again.

“What I don’t understand,” Stylus said, looking at me closely. “Is how someone like him scored someone like

you. I mean, a woman like you deserves something better. Bigger, I’d say”

I smiled at him and put my hand on his shoulder. Well, I could have some fun for myself too, couldn’t I? Because I

was planning to make sure Timothy has fun with them too. “Maybe, you know a place where we can discuss all

their questions in private?” I asked, getting closer to him. I knew that he wanted me and I was willing to use it to my advantage.

“How about the school?” 9-Block asked. “You have the keys and I’m sure Tiffany would love to come there and

relieve some memories”

“No, we can’t!” it looked like Timothy was finally scared enough to raise his voice. “Melissa, we need to go

home, it’s late already, and...”

“No,” I said in a firm voice. I looked at him with the challenge, to make sure Timothy understood what I was

threatening him with. “We’re going to join them and go to your old school so I can see the place where you made so many good memories”

His shoulders sagged and he looked absolutely defeated. And I loved to see this happen. I looked at Stylus

again.

“Are you sure you can get us there? It’s the nighttime almost”

“Of course. I’m the coach there, so I have the key,” he leaned closer, grabbing me around the waist. “Girls like

you like coaches, right?” “Oh yes, very much”

I would’ve agreed on anything really just to see Timothy suffering, but Stylus wasn’t half bad, so I decided

it was worth it. We all packed into the car again, with Timothy shaking in the back seat. I could sense that he hated it all and that he would’ve tried to run away if he wasn’t surrounded by these men, but he didn’t exactly have a choice.

Finally, we arrived at his old school. The parking lot was empty and it was good. I hoped to make them show

me everything they did with Timothy and so we needed a place for ourselves. Stylus opened the door and we walked in, with Timothy being in the middle of the group. He was looking around as if he was reliving the worst memories and that was exactly what I wanted.

“How about you get me on the tour?” I asked Stylus. I moved closer to him and put his hand around my waist. I

didn’t care about Timothy’s reaction, this man could’ve fucked me right in front of him and he wouldn’t dare to say a word. “Show me all the memorable places and tell me exactly what happened there. I can’t wait to hear the stories if you know what I mean”

“Oh, I know,” he smiled at me, grabbing me harder. “Okay, boys, let’s go!”

The group of us walked down the hall, with Timothy being pushed in the front. I could see how hard he was

trying to seem as small and unremarkable as he could, but there was no point in it. He was in the spotlight already and he just needed to accept his faith.

“Here,” Stylus pointed at the janitor's closet. “You loved this spot, didn’t you, Tiffany?”

They didn’t even try to use Timothy’s real name anymore and each time he was called a girl’s name I could see that something inside him was dying. 9-Block laughed

and smacked Timothy’s ass.

“Oh yes, I remember. He ratted us out for smoking weed and so he needed to make up for it with his mouth.

Do you still have soft lips, girly?” he leaned to Timothy and moved his thumb over his lower lip and I could see my husband shiver. “Yes. Still good”

They laughed and we continued our journey. Timothy was looking around as if looking for an exit, but there was none. He was trapped in this school with us and there was

no way for him to escape his faith.

“In this class, Tiffany tried to tell the teacher that I was cheating on my test,” Stylus said, pointing at the open

class door. “I gave her two choices – either get beaten or suck me off right there. Guess what our little slutty Tiffany had chosen?”

I laughed hard, seeing pain and disgust on Timothy’s face. I think I knew it, I knew from the start that my

husband was just a little bitch that needed to be broken and fucked. All these times when he tried to play it as if he was a man in the house were just a pretend, an attempt to convince himself that he wasn’t just a little girl waiting for a cock in her ass.

“Was she good?” I asked, wanting answers.

“Let’s say I made it work,” Stylus smiled at me, his hand going down to lay on my ass. “But I’m sure you can

do it better, don’t you?”

“We will see,” I smirked at him. “But let’s continue our tour”

This time we turned to open the door that lead from the basement to the boiler room. I could see that the more

we were getting excited the more Timothy was losing himself. His steps were heavy and he looked down. I think

he knew what was about to happen to him and was preparing for it. He didn’t even try to ask me for help anymore, knowing that I wasn’t with him, I was with the pack that was about to fuck the life out of him.

“We saved some souvenirs from the time we played around with Tiffany,” Kincaid said, going to grab

something hidden behind the equipment. It was a gym bag with the school's logo on it. As soon as Timothy saw it he started to walk backward, hugging himself.

“No, no, please! I don’t want to do it!” I could almost swear that he was lying, but I needed to see it first.

I walked closer to the bag and opened it, looking inside. The bag itself was a little dusty, but the things inside were

in perfect condition. I started pulling them one by one, to look closer. There was a cheap blond wig, some expired make-up, a short skirt, top, lacy thongs, and a bra almost big enough to cover my tits. I found a couple of balloons without any water or air in them and two pairs of balled socks that were meant to be used as the breasts.

“Tiffany,” I said in ave, looking at all of that. “I’m going to make you the prettiest girl”

The guys knew what to do. They all came around Timothy and made him go closer to me, not giving him a

chance for an escape. It was a time for his full transformation and I couldn’t wait to see it. Stylus was

standing behind me, his hands on me, his lips on my neck. I could tell by his cock pressing in my ass that he was more interested in me than in Tiffany, but I still wanted him to give her a chance.

“Take your clothes off,” Kincaid commanded and 9-Block pulled out his phone, recording the process. I

needed to ask him for the video later.
Timothy wasn’t a complaint, he whined and cried, until

Kincaid went to slap him over the face. Only then, after feeling his bruit force, did Timothy start to undress. Soon he was in front of us in all his naked glory, with his tiny flaccid cock on display.

“Don’t hide your clit, baby girl,” I said, throwing the clothes in his direction. “Come on, you want to look pretty

for the boys”

Tiffany was still scared, but I could tell that she was ready to do it to be left alone. She started putting things on

in a hurry, to hide her body and I was there to fix it in place. I pushed the socks into her bra and pulled the top down, making her look almost like a real girl. I put her wig in place and went to make two tails out of the hair. Now all she needed was a little makeup.

“You’re so pretty,” I said, putting lipstick on Tiffany’s lips as she looked at me with her eyes filled with tears. “Don’t be afraid. These nice gentlemen won’t hurt you.

Such a stupid worthless slut like you would want a cock or two in her ass anyway, right?”

“I... I don’t know...” Tiffany still looked lost, but I knew what she needed.

“Just get on your knees and open your mouth, it all will feel very good soon”

I didn’t need to do anything else, I just watched as Kincaid unzipped his pants and went to Tiffany. I was

shocked when I saw his cock and balls – he was so big and thick, his cock was bigger than my arm. His balls were huge too and he started by dropping them on Tiffany’s face. He whined, not wanting to suck.

“Come on, bitch! Let’s see if you learned something new”

I loved this picture of her being on her knees, with mascara running down her face, with her skirt hiking up to

show her plump ass. Stylus seemed to like it too because I felt his rubbing over me. I smiled, looking back.

“Feeling excited?” I asked him.

“Don’t you want to have some fun too?”

I grabbed the closest railing that was to me and bent, letting him see my ass better. I was wearing a dress, so he

had more than good access to my pussy.

“You can fuck me,” I said to him. “If I’ll get to watch Tiffany being fucked too”

“I can promise you that,” Stylus said, getting closer. While I felt him pull my skirt up and move my panties

to the side I watched as Kincaid was slowly pushing his cock into Tiffany’s wide-open mouth. I had no idea she could open it this wide, but she probably had a lot of practice back in the day. She was gagging even on the few inches of him, but Kincaid kept trying to get his shaft fully in.

I moaned, feeling Stylus moving his tip over my slit. It was a long time since I had a big cock and at least his tip

was huge. I wondered if I’d be able to take him in after my husband’s tiny cock. I heard Tiffany gagging again, as Kincaid made her take more of him inside. I was turned on so much, that Stylus easily got his cock inside me. I moaned, enjoying how big he was, how wonderfully he was

stretching my pussy. I hoped he’ll get to stretch Tiffany’s too.

“Come on, bitch! If you can’t suck you can stroke,” Kincaid screamed and Tiffany obeyed him. I could see her

small hands trying to go over his big cock and laughed. This stupid bitch had it coming, so I didn’t feel bad for her.

“You’re so sexy,” Stylus was groaning, as he moved inside me. He felt good, yes, but seeing Tiffany being

humiliated was even better.

It seemed like Kincaid had enough of her and let Tiffany go. She dropped to the floor, breathing hard. Her

lips were red and puffed and she looked like a cheap whore. She looked up, hoping to have a break, but 9-Block was already next to her.

“Time to open up again,” he smiled. His cock was just as huge, but thicker on the base than at the tip, so I hoped

Tiffany could take it all. “Come on, get to work, bitch” He hit Tiffany in the face with his cock and she sobbed

again. He pulled her up from the floor and pushed on her lower jaw, making her open up. Soon she had another cock in her mouth, the second one in a long time and I hoped she liked it.

“Yes, fuck, that’s pussy is first class,” Stylus groaned, fucking me. “See, Tiffany? Your wife loves this big black

cock. You’re going to try it soon too”

I watched Tiffany struggle to suck, with her head being pushed on the cock, while I felt Stylus’ cum filling my

pussy. He kept thrusting in me and making me moan, but more than anything I wanted Tiffany to be a part of it.

“I want her to lick your cum off,” I moaned, looking back at him. “Please, I want it so bad”

He pulled away from me, leaving his cum leaking out of me. We both watched as 9-Block used Tiffany’s mouth

mercilessly. He held her head in place and was fucking her mouth. I could see her opening wide around the base, his tip going down her throat. She was probably tight there because soon 9-Block pulled out and rubbed his cock all over her face while spilling his cum.

Tiffany was coughing and trying to turn away, but it was useless. She was dirty and soaked in cum now and some got back in her mouth. She was still blinded by it when I came closer and pushed her to the ground. She

tried to get up, but I was faster, sitting on her face with my pussy. She writhed and screamed, but it was useless.

“Lick it off! You have no other choice,” I demanded. “Come on, little bitch, don’t fight it. We all know you have

a taste of cum”

She let out another loud sob, but I felt her tongue moving over my slit. It felt so good, to finally put my

arrogant husband down, to make him do what I want. I was ready to do anything for it to last forever. But we only had one night.

When I felt that my pussy was clean enough and Tiffany’s tongue moved slower I got up, looking at her, so dirty and pitiful. I leaned down, pulling her skirt up and tugging on her thongs. A thin stripe dug right into her small dick and her ass cracked, making her scream. I loved this sound.

“We never fucked her in the ass,” Stylus said with a smile. “Think we should change it?”

“No, no! I can’t take it, you’re going to rip it!” Tiffany said, trying to move away, but they caught her anyway.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have a chance to suck on the cock before it goes into your pretty little ass,” I promised her.

She whined as she got pulled on her feet and bent. 9-Block was behind her, pulling her panties down and

squeezing her ass. Tiffany was shaking, feeling him behind

her, knowing that the cock that was stretching her mouth was about to go in her asshole. Stylus was already in front of her, ready to let her suck off his cock.

They moved inside her holes at the same time, making Tiffany freeze in place, as her eyes went wide. I could feel

the struggle on her face, but there was nothing she could do. Or could she? Stylus pushed his cock deep, staying there, while 9-Block pulled away. Tiffany needed to breathe, so she moved away from cock in her mouth and right onto one in her ass. I smiled, seeing her being forced to fuck herself like this. There was no way out for her, she needed to either suck or ride a cock.

I watched her struggle like this for a few moments, her tiny cock suddenly becoming harder. She liked it, and we

all knew it now. Tiffany was finally broken, she just needed to admit it. They both moved closer, their cock going deep inside her ass and mouth, as they fucked her. Kincaid was standing next to me, hard as a rock while he watched it happen, so I stroked him lightly, knowing he will get a chance to be inside her.

Tiffany whimpered as she got roasted like this, as she was reborn into a new slutty persona that loved cock above

anything else. I almost started to like her. She was getting two loads inside her, one was already dripping out of her

mouth and the other was about to get in her ass. When both of them finished, they moved away, leaving Tiffany gaping and tired. She dropped to the floor, looking up. I walked closer to her to see what we have done to her.

Her make-up was smothered, her clothes were torn in a few places, and her ass was covered in cum just like her

face and mouth. Her wig fell off, so I leaned to fix it. “You loved it, didn’t you?” I asked her, as she still

breathed hard. “You love being a stupid whore that’s being used for black cocks?”

“Yes,” Tiffany said, her voice weak. “I’m a girl that loves big black cocks”

“Good,” I smiled at her, as Kincaid pulled her up. He lifted Tiffany in the air, getting his tip to her still a gaping

asshole. She moaned, taking him in slowly, the size of him almost too much for her. “You’re going to take a lot more today, don’t you doubt it”