"No... Only weak men."

"Not strong big hung black men," Ronnie gasped, arching her back as Malik's thick fingers tore through her flimsy panties. The fabric shredded like wet paper under his grip. "Only... pale little betas before."

Jamal slammed her harder against the brick wall, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs. His gold chains pressed cold into her cheek. "You'll never want to go back to weak men after us."

Jamal’s fingers dig into her hips, lifting her easily. Her legs wrap around his waist instinctively, her glitter-streaked thighs clamping tight against his dark skin. Malik presses close behind, grinding his thick bulge against her ass while DeShawn’s rough palms squeeze her tits through the torn fabric. The warehouse air smells of dust, sweat, and the sharp tang of male arousal.

Ronnie feel her pussy getting attack by so many fingers. Her cunt clenching around Malik's thick fingers as he shoved them deep inside her.

"Fuck yes," she moaned, grinding against his hand. "More!" DeShawn pinched her nipples hard through the torn fabric, making her cry out as Jamal lifted her higher against the wall.

His cock strained against his jeans, pressing insistently against her dripping slit. "You want this big black dick, snowbunny?" Jamal growled, grinding against her.

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