You lean back into it.

You put both of your hands on your brand new tight and pert teenage breasts and squeeze as you bite your pink lower lip between your pearly white teeth and squeeze your eyes shut.

Giving into your euphoria and riding the high of the feeling of animalistic African meat filling you to the brim you lean your entire body back until the slick, cool wall of the dirty booth presses against your back.

Your tight pink pussy groans in protests as you hilt yourself fully, your abused and now pink-with-trauma jiggling white ass slapping the wall one last time as you ride the high to orgasm.

It’s like reaching the summit of a mountain as your feet begin to go slightly numb and your legs weaken from the electric shocks going through your entire body.

It’s so wrong, but so right. Suburban white teenager with nothing but privilege letting himself… herself… be savaged by some worthless older black man through a hole in the wall. In nature their paths would never cross, but here they were linked in the most primal sense possible.

Looking straight down your firm breasts and flat tummy you feel like you can almost see the bulge of his primal breeding tool pressed against the inside of your stomach, and then that bulge begins to twitch.