White Kong Dong #28

Filthy Rich cruises the campus like he owns the joint, hunting coeds who swear they can swallow dirtier shit than their mothers whispered about. He clocks Norah—Pepsi can sweating against her thigh, foot-long dog halfway down her throat. “Enjoy a big sausage?” he smirks. She nearly sprays soda laughing. “Love me some thick meat, actually. Got any?” Turns out he does. They barely shut the door before she’s on her knees, pink lips stretched around the pale, veiny shaft she joked about. Norah gags, drools, then shoves back down until her nose brushes his belt. He flips her onto the mattress, yanks her panties sideways and pounds every inch of that pale, fat cock into her soaked cunt. Norah claws his shoulders, feet kicking, wet slaps echoing off the cheap walls while he slams in again and again like he’s proving a point.