Queen of spades

My Story Time:

Okay, so no cap, bestie, I’ve been holding this in and I just gotta spill the tea. There I was, in this club, wearing my blacked-out lingerie under my dress like the secret snowbunny I am, when this super tall, dark, and legit intimidating African king walked up. His voice was so deep it vibrated right through me, and he was like, “I know what you really want, little snowbunny.” And I was SHOOK. He saw right through my racist-girl act. He pulled me into a dark corner, his huge hands sliding up my thighs, and whispered, “You’re gonna worship this BBC like the good little slut you are.” OMG, I was dripping already. I dropped to my knees right there, fumbling with his jeans, and when that 10-inch monster sprung out, I legit gasped. It was so thick and dark against my pale skin, iconic AF. I wrapped my lips around the head, tasting him, and he grabbed my hair, groaning, “Yeah, take that dick, snowbunny.” I was moaning like a total simp, gagging as he fucked my face, and I’ve never been happier. Period.