Trina Michaels

In college I read up on the history of the oppression the black man has faced. I wrote a paper on how I'd level the playing field. However, I didn't write about how I'd wear barely a stitch of clothing or how I'd have my firm ass covered by dental floss. As I paraded myself around the mean streets of L.A I was imagining all the dirty things I could do with some black meat in my stable. I knew my body would never be the same since my tight little pussy has only been used for tiny white dicks. It would be like using a jackhammer to open up a walnut but I was looking forward to the mayhem I knew I had coming. I took a little time getting acquainted with those strong, sexy black guys. I wanted to get in their heads as I was about to rock their oppressed world. It's a good thing I have strong legs because I was able to keep a squating balance as my face was constantly housing big black dicks. My face was slapped with black cock and no set of firm black balls were off limits. The juices flowing from my pussy told me that I had to take in over 3 yards of black dick until I couldn't take it anymore. I like to think I'm the best at draining black dick but you tell me.