Chapter 22
by 
Yelawolf
What do you pick out?
The schoolgirl attire
Your heart beats a thousand times a second as you stand at the door. "Oh please come in, Steven. Don't be shy. Me and my BBC are waiting to see your choice."
You step into the room, and Mr. Edward looks you up and down. He licks his lips as his eyes stop at your small nonbulge. "Damn, I can't believe the difference some makeup and an outfit can make. Mmm, you look as good as the last time I skull fucked you."
His huge hand grips your head as he drags you to his bed. You try not to fall on your heels, the last thing you want to do is to break one and have to pay him money out of your allowance. His hands undo the knot around his towel. Once his massive meat hits the air, it rises and throbs, pulsating with lust and excitement.
Mr. Edward lays back against the headboard of his bed. He smiles. "Now get on the bed, my pet. You know the drill. Suck the black cock and let it stretch your mouth hole. Mmm, I want that schoolgirl mouth to work me up. I want to spill my juices in your tight boi pussy."
He watches you, his hand strokes the shaft of his monster. Each stroke brings the black flesh to life, making it grow bigger and thicker. He points his dick towards you.
"Get on the bed and let me slide it into that slutty mouth."
You climb onto the bed. Your mouth is dry, the anticipation is making your body ache with need. You feel like a slut, a dirty filthy whore, but the desire is there the need. Your ass cheeks are clenching with nervousness.
