Brown Sugar

Douglas was on his hands and knees in bed. His face was buried in Shanequa's ass. It was 5 a.m., and she was randy. Her round black ass cheeks wriggled as his tongue lapped at her wrinkled black star.

"That's it, white boy, eat that fuckin' ass," the stripper told him, reaching down to tweak and tug at her thick clit. Douglas slid two fingers between the lips of her sex, pushing easily inside the oft-fucked passage as his tongue worked against her pucker.

"Mmm, you ain't half bad," Shanequa said, giving him just a tiny bit of praise. His small white cock was stiff and leaking precum. She pushed her ass back against him harder, suffocating him between her thick cheeks. "Okay, baby, you earned a reward." She tugged off his underwear, stroking his stiff dick a few times, and then squatted over it, sliding the silky, wet pussy onto his shaft.

"Oh, fuck," Douglas said reflexively, reaching up to squeeze Shanequa's 34DDs. He tugged at the thick black nipples. "The best fucking pussy ..."

"You know what they say, honky. Once you go black ... you don't think they were just talking about the men, did you?" She watched him evenly, bouncing up and down his cock roughly. After a few minutes, he sprayed his thick seed into her pussy. He yawned, and she reached down to tug his balls.

"Not yet, baby. You need to clean that mess you made ... then get you some brown sugar before you go to bed."