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I could be spending the day at the mall on the prowl for black meat but somehow Im stuck going to the psychiatrist with my dad. Weve both been at odds ever since I was able to talk back and Dr. Harvard has seen and heard enough. He detects some hints of racism in my dad and threw out the idea that having me get impaled by big black dick would be a good idea. Dad wasnt having it but before he could walk out I had my pouty lips all over every inch of that black monster. I worked the balls and even made my way up a shaft that seemed to go on forever. If that wasnt enough I squatted over his black fire hose as my pussy stretched to the point where I felt I was giving birth to a big black dick. Daddys no fan of interracial sex and he nearly lost his lunch as my mouth turned into a reservoir of black spunk.