She’d driven past the seedy part of town every day on her way to work, always keeping her eyes forward, never acknowledging the adult bookstores and strip clubs that lined the streets. Marcus smiled, his fingers lingering on her cheek. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. Today, she was Kayla, the woman who wanted to be fucked by black men. She delved deeper into the smutty underbelly of the web, her clicks tracing a path from one black cock to another. She cried out, her nails digging into his back, her body arching off the stage to meet his thrusts. Her eyes widened as she saw her face staring back at her, her body on display, her most intimate moments captured for all to see. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. We’ll get you ready for the show.” He turned, leading her through a door behind the counter, his hand resting on the small of her back, his touch searing her skin. The room was filled with a low hum of anticipation, the air thick with smoke and the scent of lust. She collapsed onto her bed, her eyes heavy, her body sated, her mind racing.
