Mark Galfione

Being a hung black meat slinger has its advantages. All the girls in my hood want me to take it out and fuck with them but I ain’t down with it. Nothing gets me going like tiny white boys who I can split in half should my black cock find its way up their asses. Part of the reason I love the local gay gloryhole is I can keep anonymous while my nuts end up in some white dude’s mouth. I made my way there and heard some honky jacking his meat and it was confirmed when I peeked through the hole in the wall. I figured he could use some company so I stuck my dick in hoping he wouldn’t run like a bitch. My fears were erased when I felt his warm, little hands wrap around my dick followed by a warm, moist mouth that had trouble taking all of me in. I was afraid I’d snap his jaw but I’d let whitey be in control for once. He kept sucking until I was ready to dirty him up with some black nut sauce. I hope he cleaned up before leaving or he’d have a huge target on him for other black guys.