Moan hard

The man groans, and his hips rise. The thickness of his cock expands, forcing your mouth wider, causing your jaws to ache. The pressure builds, and his shaft swells even more. Your throat is stuffed, your stomach is full of a hint of depression that turning into an addiction for your situation, and his balls are slapping against your chin.

You ponder those thoughts, a tiny bit of self-doubt, a hint of sadness that this is your life. But a bigger part of you is screaming to not worry, not to think. Just enjoy. Enjoy being his little sissy faggot.

Mr. Edwards moans, his cock swells even bigger. "Take it! Take the black cock you whore. Take this black dick." His hips buckle into your gagging spitting mouth as he says. "You're nothing but a black dick addict. A little fag bitch that needs a black dick in you all the time. That's why you came back. That's why you'll be here every day begging me to take your pussy."

Your cheeks burn as his words turn into the truth. The depressing part of you wants to cry and sob, but the horny bitch that has taken control wants to beg for the dick. With an ear-satisfying pop of his tip from your mouth. "Yes sir. Yes, please let this worthless whore have the black dick."

"You can't help it. Your boi pussy craves it."

"Oh yes sir, your dick is better than anything else."

"And that's what you tell yourself. This is all you are. Nothing but a black dick-loving white whore." Mr. Edward replies.

You try not to let the tears spill. But his words, his fucking words, make the hurt and shame wash over you. Your tiny cock is still hard and throbbing, ready to be jerked off.

Mr. Edwards's smile turns cruel. "You want this dick. You want to swallow my cum, to have your ass split wide by my black rod."

"Yes sir. Please, sir. Use me, fuck my whore boi pussy. I need it."