The lithe Swedish girl crawled on her hands and knees across the dingy basement gym. Her long arms and legs maneuvered her gracefully around the unracked weights and the cracks in the floor.
Her black landlord towered above her in the doorway. Kjerstin could hardly believe how huge his cock was. All the boys she had known in Sweden were boys. Lester was a man -- huge, rugged, pockmarked. His dark cock hung to down below his knees, down to Kjerstin's eye level.
Kjerstin looked up reverently. She felt very lucky to have such a worldly and handsome black landlord. America was a great country.
She knelt on the rust-stained cement floor and wrapped her pale hands partway around the great girth of Lester's big black cock. She pushed her button nose against his cockhead and inhaled the savory, musky scent.
"Suck it, girl," Lester was getting impatient. "It's a real cock, not a pansy bouquet."
Kjerstin opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the huge cockhead. Opening her sweet lips as wide as she could, she pushed her face onto the black giant.
Lester was getting hard looking down at the Swedish girl with her perky boobs, tiny waist, and tidy blonde ponytail trying to service him. The innocent little white bitch was going to need a lot of training and a lot of stretching, but he had time. He looked around and noted his cameras. They were carefully aimed to not record his face, but to record every inch of Kjerstin's face and body as she got worked over.
Lester closed his big hand around the back of Kjerstin's head. |