Floyd

After she gave birth to her fourth son, Randy, she was finally given to Floyd. Finally, a normal guy. A sweet guy. A respectable six inch dick. But, he was batting for the other team and in denial.

He was above her, trying to get hard unsuccessfully.

"Am I too fat?" Carrie asked. First rule in this game, always first make him think you're self-conscious about your own shit.

"No, of course not," Floyd protested. "I'm just ... nervous." Carrie reached up, stroking his face.

"It's okay. I used to have a boyfriend like you. Do you have a phone, baby?"

"Umm, we're not supposed to have a phone around you. You know the rules," Floyd said suspiciously.

"Look, I'll only use it with out while you're watching. Promise," Carrie said. Floyd stared at her for a long moment, and then went to retrieve his phone. Jesus, Carrie thought, this was old before she ended up in her present situation. She put on some transgender porn, and placed it on her large breasts. Floyd's eyes went wide, and his cock went stiff.

"Oh, wow," he said.

"See, I know what you like baby boy," she said. She reached between her thighs, gripping his cock and pulling him inside her. He moaned.

"Pretty girls, aren't they," Carrie said. "Just watch them, focus on them, and let my pussy do the rest."

After a few minutes, he came. To her disappointment, he locked the phone and returned it to his room, while his cum did its job inside her.