Big Produce

Shanequa was back at Wilbur's farm, picking up some corn on the cob to make for dinner that night. She was there for another large, phallic object as well. She let her Daisy Dukes ride high, revealing her ample Black ass, as Wilburt just stared her down. There was no need to be coy anymore. She could see him getting hard, and just amped him up further as she languidly picked her produce.

"No charge," Wilbur managed, his cheeks ruddy.

"Well, I gotta give you a tip at least," Shanequa said, sucking her lower lip playfully. He nodded jerkily to the backroom, and Shanequa cleared off the desk there with one fell swoop, pushing the ginger redneck onto it on his back. She peeled off her shorts and panties, leaving her top on, squeezing her large DDs together. She held his big white rod straight, pushing her sex down onto it.

"Fuck," Wilbur rasped. "So fucking hot and juicy ..."

"You flirt," Shanequa said, smirking. "C'mon now, you've had this pussy enough. Fucked me by my pond. Fucked me on the hay bales. You know what I want. Want that big white baby growing in my pretty black belly ..."

"You slut," Wilbur growled, pushing his thick body up, meeting Shanequa's ripe body.

"You fuckin' damn right about that, cracker," Shanequa responded. "Fuckin' breed this slut from the hood with that cracker seed."

He grunted, pounding away at her hungrily, and when he came, all thick seed and potency and promise, she felt in her heart that he'd delivered what she'd prayed for with Will each night.