What's next?
Private Tutoring
Jean-Francois pulled out his long, thick, wizened black cock, the base buried in a forest of bright white hairs. Carrie let her eyes cross as she looked up at her new lover.
"Oh my, Professor," she said, leaning forward to suck his hairy balls. He grunted, sitting back in his chair, letting this vapid white cunt service him. She kissed up to the uncut tip, then started to bob her mouth up and down.
"Mmm, fuck. You'll make a nice pet," Jean-Francois said, his Jamaican accent thick.
"Yeah, I hope so," Carrie said sincerely. She reached down, squeezing his big nuts, and tickling his asshole as he started to throat fuck her, a steady 'gluk, gluk, gluk' sound emerging. She let a finger disappear into his ass, finding his prostrate. She knew older men needed help sometimes, and she was rewarded with a thick mouthful of nut that she dutifully swallowed.
Outside, Karen stewed. Some bitch was trying to steal her man. A catfight was brewing.
Who wins the catfight?
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