Queen Jada

Jada stretched out naked under the pleasant California sun. It wasn't too hot at this time of morning, and she had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice in her hand. Between her thighs, she had her dominated white boy, cock locked down, eating pussy and ass.

"Take a minute, white boy," she ordered. Douglas sat back on his heels, massaging her feet. It was a shame, really. He was obedient, loyal, fun to beat. But she needed a man. She called one of her friends, chatting for a few minutes, mewling as her white boy started gently licking her ass crack again. But what kind of man, for a queen like herself?