Jungle Fever

Same hotel every time. Same hotel, different men. Different black men. Different black cocks.

They call, you book the room. You bring the pussy. They bring the cock.

The woman at the front desk gives you that look every time you check in. She knows what you’re doing and she’s judging you. How often is it now? Once, twice, three times a week?

Paying for the room, face all red as she looks you up and down. And then, to the room with a guy whose name you don’t even know. Getting on your hands and knees so that big black cock can pound you like the horny bitch you are. Moaning loud enough for the other guests to hear. Begging for more of that thick ebony cock.

They pass your number around to their friends, telling them what an easy lay you are. It’s just more black cocks for your hungry cunt. People are starting to talk, but you won’t stop. Just another white bitch who caught jungle fever.

Do not stop there

One more door opens

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