Breeding Brooke

"Shhh, quiet," Brooke whispered urgently. Samson tiptoed up the stairs, but that was a task for anyone, not to mention a beefy star athlete. But with minimal creaking, they made it to Brooke's childhood room.

"I don't even know why you want to do it here," Brooke complained in a bare whisper. "We could like, literally go anywhere else."

"Naw. I want to knock you up while that racist cracker mother of yours is in the next room," Samson responded. He tugged down his sweatpants, revealing his large brown cock, and then tugged down Brooke's panties underneath her cheer skirt.

"Gawd, so naughty," Brooke said, her pussy glimmering in the pale light. They'd timed it for tonight. Taking her off birth control. Samson wanted to ensure that like Allie's love child, she'd have a Black grandchild to have to learn to love. He bent his girlfriend over, sliding his cock into her well-worn pussy, as he had hundreds of times before. She squeaked, but bit her lip before she made too much noise. He offered her one of her old stuffies, and she gratefully bit into it as he pounded it out, her slick cuntwalls gripped his big Black cock. He grunted, keeping self-control as he started to cum, thick, potent ropes of cum filling Brooke's fertile white womb.