Jan. Week 3: Friday(Raw)-Mr. Bill Fucks Leah Missionary...

{if bbc_janwk3_friday = 5 } Mr. Bill made a theatrical show of moving his monster sized manhood out of her mouth and held it gently in his hand, catching her eyes the entire time, daring her to blink.

“There we go, Miss Leah, you knows how to suck a cock but..” he said, slapping his thigh with a smirk. “I thinks you best lay on yo' back and show me that little pink pussy.”

Leah’s first instinct was to run, but her body moved forward instead, as if the wires in her brain had been rerouted without her consent. She rose up off her knees, mouth shiny with spit, and stared him with a sense of shame and defeat as he moved off the couch to make room for her.

She was scared, not only from his massive size but also from the shame and taboo nature of what was about to occur. Leah was fearful of that saying everyone had heard of "once you go black...you never go back." But was it true? There was so much tension surrounding the subject in her region of the US.

There was a moment of resistance, a sharp ache, and then the next thrust passed some internal wall and she felt her whole womanhood pop and yield, suddenly accommodating his cock like a glove designed for nothing but this. That was the moment Leah realized she was already moaning, low and guttural, and wasn’t entirely fake.

The shame should have been enough to drown out any pleasure, but it wasn’t. She felt it—god, she felt every inch—every nerve ending screaming in protest and then, after a handful of thrusts, in hot, involuntary surrender. Leah gripped the couch for leverage, nails digging into the upholstery as he pounded her. The slow, steady rhythm became a brutal, piston-like hammering, and she could feel herself clutching at him with every thrust, mentally and physically spasming beneath him like a toy made for his amusement.

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