Poppy was thrown down onto the sofa. She lifted her tight ass into the air, and her skirt was torn off. She never wore underwear, the head of a black cock was pressing against her tight pussy in perfect timing. She was so wet, and could already feel herself stretching as the head started to enter her body. She bit her lip and bucked against her latest black conquest. One of many, but she always knew that every moment of BBC she could get was sacred, so pushing her tight body against black cock was her life. Soon enjoying the relief, and feeling every inch within her she screamed "I NEED YOUR BLACK COCK". Without hesitation, the strong stranger pushed her down with his hand bracing her tiny neck, and started to force his cock in and out of her body. Her juices were pouring and she craved to be filled with cum. She needed cum. Her pussy was getting tighter and tighter trying to extract it. A strange door opened and two more black men walked in the room. They were tall, built to fuck her, and wore nothing. She eyed the two huge beautiful bodies, their black cocks hardened with every step they made. Poppy started to come and as her eyes rolled back she opened her mouth dying to taste the two new men. Both cocks pushed together and started to enter her waiting mouth at the same time...
TAP TAP TAP TAP
Poppy awoke again due to the tapping on the wall from Alex's bed. This tapping had pulled her from many of her BBC dreams this evening and she wasn't happy. After teasing him last night, she never thought it would have such an effect so soon. From the moment he ran upstairs he had been in a frenzy. It was now 7am and Poppy had had enough of the noise and had to do something about it.
She put on a bra and donned her robe. Tying the belt loosely she adjusted her cleavage. Her bra was visible, and she still looked flustered from another night of intense adventure in black cock dreamland.
"Baby, are you awake?" She called after knocking on Alex's door. The tapping stopped instantly and she heard a great deal of movement in the room. She opened the door slowly and saw him. His face and eyes were red, from a combination of masturbation and lack of sleep. She grinned to herself, and stepped into the room slowly leaning towards his bed.
"Thought I would come and say good morning. I hope you slept well?" Poppy questioned, in a very deliberately tired and husky voice.
Alex replied in a haze, his eyes yet again drawn to his mother's gown. "Yes, fine thanks." He noticed her bra in an instance, and his cock became even harder. Her soft tits were encased in a beautiful layer of black fabric. The way the contrast of the black material and his mother's white skin stuck in his mind. He needed to see more. His new addiction grew.
"Good, well I was going to sunbathe this morning and just wanted to warn you. I know the last thing a young man wants is to see his mother in her new black bikini! So I'd avoid the garden darling." Poppy said innocently, waiting for his response. Her tits pushed further into his gaze with her folded arms.