Every black master must have his own subserviant white slave. Mine is this slim white boy that knows his bread and butter depends on whether or not his black bull gets whats coming. Take a precious, hard look at him and know that his rock hard but soft hands know their way around a large black shaft. He is also no stranger to foreplay since whitey caressed my black pole right before the games began. The smile on his face says it all and the hard cock in my panties agreed. Every pump of my dong brought me closer to the eventual shower of black that rained all over him.