Meet the fundraiser

"I think I'm ready, Mr. Green," Bria's voice wavered slightly as she imagined a thick black cock violating her little pageant-queen body. She moved to his desk, bending over against it and presenting her backside at the proper angle for her hidden camera to capture her defilement, but didn't immediately realize that the politician had gone to the office door instead of following behind her.

"Tyrone, come on in," Andrew Green said to a heavy-set middle-aged black man in a track suit as he opened the door. "Bria, Tyrone is a fundraiser for me in the urban districts." Andrew had expected the perky young blonde to have tagged along behind him, but instead he and Tyrone noted with interest that the busty teenager was leaning provocatively against his desk, her short skirt revealing her vagina and the lower half of her buttocks unobstructed by any underwear. The hapless beauty turned her head, her blue eyes wide with surprise as she realized that they had company.

"This is Miss Teen Minnesota?" Tyrone exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. "She makes Marissa look like a nun! What you can get these blonde girls to do is nothing short of a miracle, Andrew."