The man looked at her. Anna dressed cheap like a whore. He loved it when a white woman debased herself for him. She wore a short black dress with a button-up front, spaghetti string straps, and pink straps for the bra. Her big, milky, white tits spilled out the sides of both her dress and bra.
She held the money to him again, and he snatched it.
Grabbing her dress between her breasts, he yanked on the fabric, and buttons cascaded away, falling to the floorboard. He unsnapped the bra, and the massive mounds hung free. He yanked the straps of the dress and brazier free of her shoulders.
He unbuttoned and slid down his jeans. His enormous cock flopped free.
"Get me hard, cracker slut." He took a hank of red curls, pulled her over the console, and forced her head to his cock. She took the ebony python in her left hand. It stiffened and lengthened. Kissing the head, her tongue snaked down the length of the shaft.
The monster was so thick she couldn't touch her index finger and thumb together. Anna hadn't sucked a black before, much less a mammoth prick of any color. Stretching her lips around the demon, she gagged down the first five or sick inches.
Up and down, she traveled until he forced more into her. Past her gag point, stretching her throat, he bucked into the hot, wet piehole. Further down till her chin found the warmth of his nuts. Pulling her off, almost out, forcing himself all the way down. Lips to root, chin to nuts.
He tossed her back and mounted her chest. He blasted her pretty face and fat tits with thick ropes of creamy black man's seed. He went around and yanked her door open. Pulling the remnants of her dress from her and ripping the bra away, he tossed them to the mucky, wet ground.
He flipped around this way and that. Stuck her face across the console, her feet hung outside the car. He pushed them wide and, with one hard thrust, entered her. The king cobra spread her pussy wide. Thrust after thrust, stretching her and elongating her cunt.
For more than fifteen minutes, he pounded his meat into her twat. It took half that time before he stretched enough to take it all. His ball slapped her clit. He fucked with something more, something darker than lust. Something angry and violent inside demanded him to consume her.
He came... withdrew.
"Get the fuck out of here, Betty Crocker Bitch!" Disappearing into the fog.
