Julia Morgan’s Intense Amateur Performance

Still, she lay there, not moving. Spittle exchanged between them as he forced his tongue way back in her mouth. “Where the — FUCK — you think you goin’, whitey bitch?”
“Let go of me. Four men’s hands held her motionless, she struggled against them, to no purpose. Kristen could see her high-heeled feet pointing towards the ceiling. His other hand fondled her breast under her bra. She walked towards the bar, her hips swaying back and forth with each step. He held himself inside her, impaling her on his cock, pressing as deeply as possible into her while gyrating against Kristen’s hips. “Filled the Becky ho with nigger baby-batter,” he said, and the others hollered with joy. Kristen was choking, there was no choice other than to swallow his cum. “Please,” she begged in a hushed husky voice, “please hurry.