Black teen phone sex and white trash chat sessions are a great way to get guys into my trailer park for some filthy prostitute pussy splitting action! Pervs love talking with my lineup of young whores so much that they just can’t resist heading over here so they can bust a nut or two inside of their favorite cum loving teen.
We have a regular who is so obsessed with one of my high schooler hookers that he couldn’t resist taking a road trip all the way down here from Idaho so he could spend a little time with her. That tells me that my young ebony slut knows what she’s doing and was born to be a professional cock pleaser! Sure, there aren’t many black bitches up in his neck of the woods, but he literally made a cross country trip so he could cram his cock into a tiny chocolate cunt.
When Spud showed up, it was a complete surprise! You should’ve seen her face when she saw him, she lit up like her dad had finally gotten home from going out to buy that six pack of beer 8 years ago. She ran over and jumped up into his thick country boy arms and he immediately threw her over his shoulder, tossed a fat wad of cash down in front of me and carried her off like a sack of potatoes he was about to fuck.
I let him keep her for a full 24 hours to make sure he got to mash her milk chocolate money maker as much as he wanted. Gauging by how loud he made her moan and groan, and the size of her gaping cum cavern afterward, they both had a great time. I always enjoy knowing that my sleazy sexy prostitutes have as good of a time getting paid to fuck as all of our cooze loving customers have fucking them! I hope Spud keeps making the trek down here and spending his Yukon gold on some black southern whore humpin’.










I had myself a few drinks the other night and took to the town in search of someone excited for Drunk girl fucking. I get hornier and hornier the more liquor touches my tongue and I lose myself in the moment the mere second my eyes gaze upon the city and the soaring need to explore takes over. I was born in the darker parts of a place just like this, fed doubt and agony like prime cuts of meat and fruits right from the branch. If where I was born minted chaos and uncertainty for use as currency, the city I live in now is another world as alien as it is fascinating. There are still whores on the corner, they even know my name and give me tips on where to get the best dick when I’m casually talking about spreading my lower lips and sucking up a man’s thick cock where it belongs. There’s still a red-light district inviting girls like me to make some Drunk sex porn with the nearest ugly bastard or beggar, and the poor still hide from sight to hide their misery lest they be judged, only appearing to ask for help and then steal when they’re turned away by those born with gold in their boots. But these streets are clean and I’m free to have fun my way with a bottle’s nectar burning in my stomach and my glazed eyes seeking out someone to fuck the bad memories away. Here, the women look nice, the men have standards, and I’m happy to report I found a man to fuck the nighttime blues out of my eyes within only a little searching. He was happy for Ebony girl fucking, I was happy to have a reason to once again smile under the cool night’s sky. I wouldn’t call it a pleasant experience, drinking makes me a little too whimsical, but I got what I needed, he got a drunken whore pussy to pound, and I woke up feeling warm and full of joy. All around, a good night I’d do again. Hopefully this time with a guy already on the line ready to show me a good time.









