whore of his master? - continued to interrogate her Dantrell.

- Daaaaaaaa.

- Do you like his big black dick?

- Ddddddaaa!

“Would you like to give him a little black child?”

- Ыaaaaa! She moaned instead of answering.

Two fabulous beauty young girls with thin wasp waists and arrogant glances watched their mother from a frozen web. She thought of them, presented their daughters nursing swollen black babies from breast milk as Dantrell in her eyes pierced his big cock their little pink slits and fills them in his prolific niggerskoe seed. If they carry it from him, then their children would become brothers to her own future babies.

At times, common sense returned to her. How can she think about such things? She is their mother!

Not!

She is a black gentleman's bedding. Just a limp white woman whose whole meaning of life was henceforth reduced to the bearing and production of his offspring into the world. When Samantha becomes unable to conceive children in her womb, he will leave her and find other women, younger and healthier. Perhaps it will be her daughter. She would like that for them. In Dantrell's strong hands, they would have found happiness. But while Samantha is still able to give birth and carry babies in the stomach, she will be an obedient slave. If only to enjoy this magnificent black dick inside yourself as long as possible.

She did not notice how with the next orgasm forces left her, along with the remnants of the mind. Then Dantrell lifted her magnificent body in his arms and continued to drive his swollen trunk into her hot hole already on weight.

When it was his turn to discharge, he laid her on the bed. Samantha once shared this bed with her husband, conceived her daughters on it. Now she had to be her mother again. Lying on her stomach with her ass upside down, she already clearly understood that from now on her life would become completely different.

A sweat-shiny black man suddenly sped up and, with a triumphant cry, began to lower his seed inside Samantha's womb, filling her dwindling cord with heat.

When finished, Dantrell slowly left her body. The entrance to the vagina is now gaping with a huge, non-closing hole, from which the white sperm of a former slave flowed in a thick stream. With a satisfied look, he stepped aside and opened a large closet that stood against the wall of the master bedroom. An ugly obese man with a gag in his mouth and ropes that stretched his arms and legs fell out of him and naked. His eyes full of anger and despair, he looked at his spouse lying in bed, whose bottom shamelessly bristled up, and his legs were wide apart for a better view. The woman also looked at him, but did not feel anything at all. As if someone was looking at her again with a cold lifeless picture.

“That's it, Reginald,” Dantrell announced with a feeling of accomplished retribution.

The planter sobbed and let through a gag pink drool, lying on the floor of the bedroom, which had belonged to him just yesterday. Taking Durrell to Morris in the basement, he did not skimp on showing the father of the family and his daughters, who dutifully took two or even three long black members on the first floor of the manor. A film was covered in their eyes, their bodies were covered with thick white seed. Reginald glanced at Dantrell with the gaze of a devastated and defeated enemy.

And in the early morning he was hanged behind the house.

3

Harvest the next year came out soundly.

The estate smelled of delicious food and female milk. Newborn babies loudly squeaked, looking for hungry mouths mother nipples. Dantrell stood at the window, reading from a crumpled sheet written in a confused handwriting message about the end of the war. A white slave who recently waited for her master at the top taught him to read quite recently.

Sighing with relief, he set the paper sheet on fire from the flame of a candle and, waiting for it to burn, went to the stairs.On the sofa, quietly snoring, rested several pregnant white women. Among them, he recognized the faces of Lisa and Meredith. The girls slept sweetly, holding their swollen stomachs with their hands.

Samantha, holding in the hands of two twin babies with a happy face, watched as they suck milk from her heavy big breasts. When her master appeared on the threshold, the lower abdomen acted out of habit.

A black man pulled off his shirt, vyprostal from his pants his huge black phallus, rapidly poured power at the sight of a nursing woman, and approached her. Their bodies contrasted sharply against each other.

Sitting on the edge of the big bed, she spread her thick thighs to the side. A pink slit, shaved by his own order, appeared before his eyes. Putting the head of her penis to her, with one push he fell into the depths of his insatiable greedily sucking. The woman moaned. From her nipples splashed milk, shedding past the mouths of little helpless niggers.

Dantrell felt Samantha's tight vagina gripping his hot club and swaying inside her.

“The milk is coming and coming,” she complained to the man. - They can't drink everything.

“Meaning you give me a drink today,” said Dantrell, looking at her sagging breasts.

The babies sweetly fell asleep in their mother’s arms.

Dantrell had to bite his teeth so as not to wake them up when he, with a sweet feeling of relief, emptied his eggs, filling the insides of the slave white, like her skin, with liquid. Feeling his seed inside her, she, too, finished, almost wordlessly, shivering all over her body and spilling several heavy streams of juice on the sheets.

Nine months later, Samantha will give birth to another son.