“Stand up and bend over the bed,” I said. “Come on, Mike. Black porn You smell like a real man, sir.”
Sam ate my pit for about a minute before I pushed him back. “Yeah, make yo face smell like my pit.”
He was always a clean freak, so this somewhat nauseated him, having his face right in a ripe, musty armpit, but I didn’t give two fucks. “Now stand up and take those little panties off,” I ordered. The smack of my hips against his cheeks split the air like a whip, and was instantly punctuated by his scream of agony. With my teeth again, I clenched the elastic of her black panties and pulled them down. I removed my finger and moved my hand down to his ass, which was quivering. “Maybe you could g-go get it your-s-s-self?”
“BITCH!” I yelled, snapping my fist forward in a right hook to the jaw. “Now stand up and take those little panties off,” I ordered. “This is how a good little prison bitch is supposed to behave. Then, kneeling down and holding the glass up to Sam’s hole I said to him, “Push
