Brother of the Bride

Jabaar fired up the engine and drove them to the Byway Motor Court.

Collin switched up to the window and ended up with a key to room six.

Jabaar parked and followed the sashaying boi.

Collin suggested, “How about you do a line off your favorite place on me and I do one off my favorite place on you.”
“Okay! What’s your favorite place on me?”
“I’ll tell you after you do your line.”
“Okay,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Let me guess. My booty!”
“Bingo!”

Collin bent over and looked back to sprinkle some powder on his strappy underwear covered rear end.

Jabaar knelt down and squeezed the other cheek. It was like a marshmallow. He snorted. “Woo,” he roared.
“Yassss, daddy! You like that ass?”
“Hell yeah!”
“How much do you like it?”
“A whole bunch! Where you wanna snort from.”
“This dick,” Colling grabbed Jabaar’s stiffening crotch.

“Go for it,” he commanded, pulling down his jeans and black boxer briefs with silver and gold rope chains printed on them.

Collin poured out a line, got on his knees, and inhaled it. He looked up and smiled.

“Go on and suck it since you got it hard.” Jabaar demanded.
“Yes, sir,” cooed Coolin.

“That’s it! All the way down. Just like that,” he coached the pussyboy along.

Collin gagged and slobbered all over the shaft.

“Get on the bed, I wanna see that ass when you suck me!”

Collin jumped up.

“Look at all that ass, boi! I know niggas be fuckin’ you.”
“They do,” purred the cocksucker before inhaling more of the meaty member.
“Hell yeah,” he smacked it. “So soft and tender!”
“All for you!”
“You want this dick, punk?”
“Yes, daddy!”

“Bend over,” he ordered.

Jabaar spat on the pink hole and pressed his manhood into Collin’s tightness.

“Gentle at first,” begged the Jack-of-Spades.

Eventually, the clenched hole gay way.

Jabaar’s substantial girth stretched the boi-cunt. “Take this dick!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck this white boi!”
“Yeah,” he grunted.
“Fuck my white ass with that big Black dick, daddy,” wailed Collin.
“Yeah, boi!”
“Give it to me!”