Stacy

Stacy just turned eighteen when this black dude started running his mouth at her during her walk, bragging on his shiny new Viper like it was the holy grail. Her pops had hyped those cars so hard, she didn't blink twice when he invited her back to the garage for a closer look. Two of his boys showed up a minute later with that wolfish grin and straight-up told her the real tour involved her getting bent over, panties tossed, while all three of them took turns drilling her tight little pink pussy right there on the concrete floor. She barely had time to think before their hands were all over her—grabbing, spreading, going deep. One minute she's checking out a V10, next she's got three different sets of strokes rearranging her guts, each guy bottoming out like the speed limit never existed. When they’d had their fill, they dragged their heavy cocks to her open mouth and pumped load after thick, ropey load down her throat, leaving her cheeks bulging and eyes watering like some car got its tank filled straight through the hood ornament.