A heavyset white man walked in, closing the door before he noticed the smoking hot black babe, sitting naked in one of the changing booths. When he did, the pile of jeans in his arms hit the ground. Ebony didn’t shriek, or cover herself, or scream, or really, do any of the things he expected. Which left the poor (yeah, right) man at sort of a loss for words. Under most circumstances, the man in front of her wouldn’t have had a chance in hell with a babe like Ebony, not without paying for it. Maybe not even then, she was a slut, not a whore and not a tasteless slut. But, with the bet on, things were different. Especially as she didn’t have five hundred bucks to pay Ivory and he wasn’t going to be embarrassed by that bimbo. Besides, with Richter gone, she needed some way to pay for the clothes (if you could call them that) which she wanted to wear to her real gang-bang.
Ebony stretched back, shoving her breasts out even further, before uncrossing and recrossing her legs, deliberately flashing her bald black cunt at the man, driving him even further into speechlessness.
“Like what you see, big boy?” she asked.
She only has to repeat it twice before he manages to drag his eyes off her naked form and his lips form an answer… |