Her white ass already up like she’s been waiting for this exact cock all week. Slim white girl, 5’8” of long legs and that little natural C-cup hanging toward the mattress, blue eyes looking back... over her shoulder like she still thinks she’s the main character. She’s not. She’s the furniture. He lines up that mixed biracial dick — thick, darker, heavy — and just feeds it into her. No ceremony. The first stroke makes her make that little surprised white-girl noise, the one that sounds like she just found out the oat-milk latte is extra. Then he starts moving. He pounds her ass. Not cute. Not “making love.” He slaps it like a drum between strokes — left cheek, right cheek, the sound sharp and wet in the room. He doesn’t let her adjust. He just keeps drumming that ass and driving in. Every time she tries to crawl forward he hauls her back by the waist like she’s a toy that rolled too far. The slaps get meaner. The strokes get longer. She’s loud enough that the hallway probably knows her name even if she never gave it.
