Hell no!

Smiling at Cassie, Rodney laid back, taking her by the hand and pulling her after him. "You addicted now, girl!" he proclaimed.

Cassie froze, her brain telling her to scream, try to escape, report Rodney for **** her and leaving his spunk in her, have him punished, maybe thrown in prison. She could see his nine-inch ebony fuckpole sticking up at her like an obscene flagpole.

But her body was telling her something different, excited by the way that it had been dominated and conquered. Without realising it, without any conscious choice in the matter, Cassie found herself hovering over Rodney's cock, her body seemingly no longer taking orders from her brain.

Rodney held his cock up for the young blonde to squat down and impale herself on. Cassie's eyes were closed as his cockhead passed her small thatch of blonde pubic hair and slipped between the pink lips of her pussy, and she whimpered as her tight white pussy struggled to accommodate the mighty black cock now pushing back up inside her. He smiled and grunted with approval.