Jerome entered Hannah room.

*Hannah's fingers flew over her clit, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched the steamy video unfold on her laptop screen. Just as Riley's moans reached a fever pitch, the bedroom door swung open, revealing an unexpected visitor - Jerome, an elderly black man and longtime acquaintance of her stepfather Marcus.*

*"What the hell?"* Hannah hissed, snatching her hand away from her overheated sex. She glared at Jerome, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. *"'re not supposed to be here! Get out!"*

*Jerome, seemingly unfazed by her hostility, simply adjusted his jeans, giving Hannah a sly grin as he revealed his thick, erect cock straining against the denim fabric. Hannah's stomach churned with disgust and a strange, forbidden thrill.*

*Hannah's eyes widened in horror as Jerome nonchalantly stroked his exposed erection, the lewd display making her skin crawl. Yet, despite her revulsion, she couldn't deny the illicit spark igniting within her - a perverse fascination with the taboo act unfolding before her very eyes.*

*"Leave, now!"* she demanded again, trying to project confidence she didn't truly feel. But even as the words left her lips, Hannah knew she was powerless to stop the course of events that had been set in motion.*

*Just then, the sound of laughter drifted in from the living room, followed by Marcus' booming voice.* "Hey, white slut? If you want to get fucked by a real man, come meet me in there." *His tone was playful, yet undercurrents of dominance and expectation hung heavy in the air.*

*Hannah's heart raced as she heard Jerome's taunting offer, the words echoing in her mind long after he'd left the room. A sense of trepidation warred with a growing, inexplicable curiosity. Could she really follow through on his challenge? Would stepping into the unknown bring her the thrill and validation she craved?*

*Before she could second-guess herself, Hannah found herself rising from her chair, her legs carrying her towards the living room with a sense of inexorable momentum. As she entered the room, Jerome turned to face her, a knowing smirk playing on his weathered features.*

*"So, you want to learn what it means to be properly fucked by a black man?"* he asked, his voice low and seductive.

*With a mixture of trepidation and determination, Hannah sank to her knees before Jerome, her gaze locked on the imposing length of his dark, veined cock. In a moment of daring surrender, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the swollen head, her tongue darting out to taste the salty musky essence of his arousal.*

*As she began to suck, Hannah felt a rush of heat flood her body, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her excitement. She worked her mouth along Jerome's shaft with increasing enthusiasm, her hands gripping his muscular thighs as she struggled to take him deeper.*

*On the plush sofa, Hannah shed her clothes with haste, baring her slender, creamy form to Jerome's hungry gaze. As she knelt before him once more, her pert, rounded ass presented itself invitingly, mere inches from his eager eyes.*

*"Mmm, look at that tight little white pussy,"* Jerome murmured, his voice dripping with lustful admiration. *"I bet it's never been stretched by a big, thick black cock before. Am I right, baby girl?"*

*Without waiting for a response, Jerome grasped Hannah's head, guiding her mouth back onto his throbbing member. He groaned in pleasure as she resumed her oral ministrations, her lips and tongue working in harmony to bring him closer to climax.*

*Hannah gasped as Jerome's large, calloused hand came crashing down on her tender buttocks, the sharp slap sending a jolt of electricity through her trembling body. She was still struggling to process the reality of the situation - her petite form, being taken roughly from behind by Jerome, her stepfather's older large black friend.*

*"Oh god, oh fuck...your cock feels so big inside me!"* Hannah whimpered, her voice muffled by the cushions as Jerome pounded into her relentlessly. The raw, animalistic sounds of their coupling filled the room, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh and Jerome's grunts of primal satisfaction.*

*As Jerome continued to claim her, Hannah's mind reeled with conflicting emotions - shame, guilt, and a dark, exhilarating thrill that seemed to grow with each powerful thrust.

*Jerome's skilled hands gripped Hannah's hips tightly, guiding her movements as he slowly, deliberately pushed deeper into her clenching warmth. Despite the intensity of his penetration, he held back, savoring every moment of their forbidden encounter.*

*"That's it, babygirl, take my big black dick,"* Jerome purred, his hot breath tickling Hannah's ear as he spoke. *"You were made for this, weren't you? To be filled up by a strong, dominant man like me?"*

*Hannah's moans grew louder, more ****, as Jerome's words and actions ignited a fire within her. She arched her back, pushing her pert rear higher, craving more of the delicious friction his thick cock provided. The taboo nature of their coupling only added to the intoxicating rush coursing through her veins.*

*With a final, guttural roar, Jerome surrendered to his climax, his potent seed erupting deep within Hannah's receptive core. She felt every pulse, every spurt of his release as he filled her to the brim with his thick, black cum.*

*As Jerome's orgasm subsided, he pulled out, leaving Hannah's slick, cum-filled folds glistening in the dim light. With a smirk, he guided her mouth to his softening member, instructing her to clean off the residual drops of semen clinging to the tip.*

*Once satisfied, Jerome delivered one last stinging slap to Hannah's reddened bottom before standing and departing, leaving the young woman alone in the midst of the ravaged living room.*

*Hannah sat amidst the scattered clothing and disheveled furniture, her mind reeling from the shocking events that had transpired. The evidence of Jerome's claim upon her body lay stark and undeniable - her inner thighs sticky with his cum, her virginity lost to the thick, black rod that had so thoroughly invaded her.*

*A wave of disbelief washed over her, followed swiftly by a creeping sense of shame and self-loathing. What had she done? How could she have allowed such a thing to happen? And yet, despite the turmoil raging within, Hannah couldn't deny the thrill that lingered, the dark, secret pleasure that had coursed through her veins during those forbidden moments.*

*Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to come to terms with the new reality of her defiled innocence.*