Kimberly Gates

This girl named Kimberly Gates thinks she’s next in line for Employee of the Month. She’s been eyeing Flash Brown and Jon Jon, our two black meat vendors, with pure hunger. She rolls up to them all smiles and asks if they’ve been taken care of. You can see their brains light up like a pinball machine, filthy ideas flashing one after another. They tell her straight: kiss-ass interviews don’t fly here. Real proof takes place at their place, and Kimberly has to swallow both cocks before they’ll greenlight her. She shows up later wearing next to nothing and drops straight to her knees. Two black dicks bigger than her forearms wait for her. She opens wide, lips stretched shiny, spit running down her chin as she chokes down more cock than any decent employee should manage. Flash lays her back, lines up that shiny pink slit, and pushes in hard. Kimberly yelps—her married little box was made for white dick until today. It pops around his shaft, stretched tight, every stroke forcing her walls open another inch. Jon Jon claims her mouth, balls slapping her face while she slurps him through moans. They trade places like it’s a training exercise. Each brother hammers her cunt until her cream is frothing around black shafts, the sound wet and nasty. She’s thrashing, squirting a little every time the dick bottoms out, screaming so loud the neighbors know she’s getting rearranged. At the finish line they pull out and paint her face—thick ropes string across her lips, nose, eyelashes. Through the goo you can still catch that cum-drunk smile. Mission accomplished. Those boys sign her review right there in ghetto sauce.