Every black master must have his own subserviant white slave. Mine is this slender white boy that knows his bread and butter depends on whether or not his black bull gets whats coming. Take a good, hard look at him and know that his strong but soft hands know their way around a big black shaft. He’s also no stranger to foreplay since whitey caressed my black pole right before the games began. The smile on his face says it all and the hard cock in my pants agreed. Every pump of my cock brought me closer to the eventual shower of black that rained all over him.