Emily and Her Men

Emily sucks on Jamaal's cock, while D-Train added another dab of lube to her asshole. She was clean now, as clean as she'd been in years. Only the cheap malt liquor tainted her senses now, as her mouth lowered down, sucking on Jamaal's large balls before dipping down to rim his ass.

"Ohh," the disabled Black man said, the glimmerings of feeling spreading as she lapped at his asshole. "Yeah, that's it. Spread this bitch open, D-Train."

His friend behind her slathered more lube onto her, then pushed his cock into her asshole. Emily's eyes rolled back as the cockhead spread out her tightest hole, her tongue prodding and lapping at Jamaal's tight, coal colored hole as D-Train penetrated her, until the Black man's heavy hanging balls were draped all over her leaking pussy.

D-Train started fucking her, the only noise being Emily's whimpers, the loud sounds of D-Train's balls slapping against her white pussy, and the fapping noise of her on Jamaal's slobber-laden cock while her tongue worked against his asshole.

Jamaal yielded first, and as his balls got heavy with seed, Emily replaced her tongue with a finger, working the sensitive nerve endings while her throat emptied Jamaal's cock of its seed. Then she felt D-Train lurch forward, his entire body resting on hers, pinning her prostrate on the floor as he emptied his balls into her bowels. The three panted there. This was what sex was supposed to be, Emily thought. Not trying to get Ricky's windsock hard after getting high. This was her place, as low as it was.