How about a lapdance?

Looking at Mr. Smithers and the video camera he had directed on her while the brute cupped and fondled her exposed breasts, Bria's pouty wide-eyed expression said just what she was thinking: 'what is this negro doing? I don't even know his name, and we've already gone further together than I have with any white boy'. All the while the smirking ebony giant, having pulled her leotard down her torso and cupped her big creamy breasts in his coarse dark hands, remorselessly grinded his erect fuckpole against her tight teen body from behind.

"What about dancing?" Bria suggested innocently as her curvy beauty queen body was mauled by the african, hoping to avoid what seemed to be a near certain ****.

"Gotta learn to dance, white girl," the black man encouraged her, peeling her outfit down off her body and down her legs until she was buck naked except for high heeled shoes. "You gonna learn how come black folk dance so much better than you. Gotta learn to dance like you gettin' fucked." Then he brings the blonde girl over to the couch and sits himself down. "I wanna see yo best lapdance."

"Lapdance?" the nude but shy beauty asked nervously as his eyes absorbed her curves and his hand rubbed the mighty footlong fuckstick straining against his shorts.

"Sure, come dance on me and show how sexy you can be," he encouraged her, and so Bria obediently began to slowly sway back and forth in front of him for his amusement before turning her back to him, positioning her legs on either side of his, leaning forward and gripping her own breasts and she began to move to the throbbing beat, waggling her little gymast ass right in front of him. The blonde didn't realize that he had unleashed the swollen negro fuckpole from its hiding place and now had it pointed up at the pretty little white girl, who was oblivious to the black cock quivering inches from her tight virgin pussy.