“Does your mom taste good?” Jamal yelled mockingly. She felt like dying on the spot. The shirt’s sleeves ripped as he pulled it all over her head, since her hands were tied back. “Oh! Maddie was starting to feel the intense, primal urge for even more. Her hands were bound in back but her legs were spread wide and pulled around the sides to the back, so she was forced to lean forward a little, underscoring her helplessness. He knew the girl was getting off to her own corruption, and stopped for a moment as he reached the deepest point of his thrust. Jamal took his cock and slapped Maddie across the face with it, causing her to wince with a disgusted look on her face. “I got a TV, a couple laptops and a guitar. Tyrone felt his own cock throb violently, and Madelyn’s orgasm came on strong. Tyrone went into her phone and called her mother. how?” Maddie gasped. She was stunned silent to hear the deep voice of an angry black man on the other end. “M-Madelyn.”
“Such a fucking white girl name!
