Laying the Pipe: Throat & Hole Get Fucked Hard by Queen Melanin

I’m already sweating bullets when Queen Melanin yanks the door open, her eyes blazing because I’m twenty minutes late for this “leaky pipe” call. She’s standing there in nothing but a sexy black gown, demanding me to take my clothes off and hurrt the fuck up with fixing. After identifying the problem I turn around to see her standing there with a strap on harness, the massive 14-inch black dildo swinging heavy between her thick thighs like a weapon. “On your knees, plumber boy,” she growls, grabbing my skull and stretching my mouth wide before I can resist. She rams it straight down my throat, no warm-up, no mercy, making me gag while spit pours down my chin and soaks my uniform. My eyes water, throat burns, but she keeps pistoning, face-fucking me like she’s trying to punish every second I was late. Then she yanks me up, rips my shirt open with one tug, buttons flying, shreds my pants off in seconds, leaving me naked and rock-hard on the floor. She throws me onto the pool table, flips my legs up high in the air, and lines that dripping monster up with my hole. “Beg for it,” she demands. I’m whimpering “Please, Queen Melanin, stretch me wide” right before she slams in deep, splitting me open with the full fourteen inches while my ankles lock behind my head and the felt scratches my back.

She doesn’t ease up. pulls almost all the way out, then drops her full weight again and again, doing long, punishing lunges that bury the whole thing to the base every stroke. 

My ass is gaping stupid now, prolapsing on the out-thrusts, the table creaking like it’s about to collapse under us. “This is what happens when you keep me waiting,” she snarls, pounding harder, stretching me wider with every thrust until I’m a wrecked, leaking mess on the green felt. She’s turned the plumber into her personal fucktoy, and I’m loving every filthy second of it.