Amelia Watches Her Mistress Defiled

Anna Lee’s thin white legs were spread wide.

“Come here, boy…”

Juba climbed atop his mistress and penetrated her deeply. Anna Lee moaned in satisfaction, accustomed to unearthly large black cocks after being trained by Jamal. Juba pounded her little white body.

“Oh, yes! Fuck me, nigger! Fuck me!”

They had started with missionary to get her warmed up.

“Hold on a second, Juba.” Anna Lee panted fervently. “Amelia, open the window.”

Amelia’s mouth had been hanging open wide. She promptly closed it and cleared her throat.

“Excuse me, mistress?”

“I said, open the window.” Anna Lee’s hands ran over Juba’s powerful dark chest.

“B-but…mistress…”

“Do it, girl.” Juba’s BBC was still stretching out her mistress’ pink pussy. Amelia swallowed.

“Yes, mistress.”

Amelia opened the bedroom window wide. Juba penetrated his owner deeply and Anna Lee’s cries grew even louder, echoing across the plantation.

“Oh, God! Fuck me, you cottonpicker! Fuck me! Fuck me with your big nigger dick!”

Amelia’s cheeks turned beet red, knowing everyone could hear Anna Lee’s cries. She had never had sex herself, but she was intrigued by the sight before her. Is this what it was like? Surely not every man was as well-endowed as Juba. Amelia had fingered herself on lonely nights, but she could barely tolerate her two pale fingers, which were thin and insubstantial in comparison to Juba.

As much as she hated it, she moaned quietly to herself, getting wet at the sight of the defilement before her.