To the Head ...

Elizabeth's lips gently bobbed up and down Moses's shaft. She was immaculately clad in black lingerie, she was made up exquisitely, her hair was done right. So it was vexing to see him impatient and frustrated with her. Finally, he grabbed her dark mane, tugging her off her cock.

"Lay back on the bed," he instructed. "Hang your head off the front of it." She looked at him quizzically, but obeyed. After she let her head hang off the bed, he felt him mount her face. She felt his long, fat Black cock push into her, and with the angle provided, she felt him sink into her throat. She gagged, and thick saliva drooled down her face.

"See, you a bitch," he said, calmly, as he fucked her throat, his heavy hanging ballsac slapping her forehead. "And a bitch ... we ain't be needin' no careful head that preserves your makeup or shit. You a ho. You gonna get sloppy, Miss Castle." He continued thrusting into her throat, frequently holding it deep, making her sputter and drool profusely.

"You gonna give ghetto head full time soon. Messy. Deep. Wet. So stop with the prim and proper horseshit, cracker." He continued skullfucking her, finally pulling out and coating her spittle clad face with thick, rich ropes of cum.