Not An Ounce Of Sass Given On GhettoGaggers
Not one ounce of sass was muttered from her black ass. I heard a lot of "yes sirs" and "no sirs" and a humbled demeanor was upon her face. That happens after a dozen or so slaps and a white dick down your neck. She was as pliable as Play-Doh, and her asshole was as tender as a plate of chitlins. When her throat was explored, conquered and pillaged like the Gold Coast, grits poured from her mouth in a gesture of "thank you for treating me like the pig that I am".