Taking the Swedish girl for some fast food

"Girl, you hungry?"

"Ja," the slender Swede nodded.

"Let's get some greasy American food into you, honey," I said as I put my hand on Christina's ass, turned her around, and started guiding her towards the fried chicken place I'd seen just outside campus. Her girly fingers tried to pull my hand off at first, but then she fell into the rhythm of it and relaxed like white bitches always do. I squeezed her ass and picked up the pace.

"Mm, it smells delicious," she said when we got there. "Where is the W.C.?"

"What?" I answered, waving to Tyler and Otis behind the counter.

"Where can I wash my hands?" she asked.

"Oh," I smiled, as she was making this easy. "I'll walk you."

"You are a gentleman," she smiled earnestly at me as I pushed her ass into the dark rear of the restaurant, where a badly lit hallway hid the restrooms. Her smile changed when I pushed her into one of the rooms.

"But this is the men's!"

"Shut up, bitch!" I pimp-slapped her pale face and pushed her down onto the grimy, wet sink. Her fancy white shirt started turning nice and transparent, soaking in the snot and the spit and the soap streaks in the sink. I didn't give it half a mind.

Her flimsy, teensy green skirt flipped up, exposing a white thong. She was still making sounds, so I yanked it off, making sure to hold her down with my big hands all the while, and shoved the thong in Christina's pink mouth. This gagged her nicely and exposed her pussy.

I cupped the pussy, enjoying the feel of her nicely trimmed, blonde pussy hair in my fingers before sampling the wet wares. The slutty little blonde bitch was wet and hot for some black cock.

I pulled my footlong monster dick out and pushed it in, nice and slowly. The blonde girl hummed louder and louder into her thong as I did it. It was time to tear this bitch a new one, so I grabbed her blonde hair with one black fist and slapped her ass red with the other, preparing to ram my balls into her.