Chanell's jaw gets no rest. Much like a train to a Phish concert, each white boy lines up to pound that black snatch until she begs for a thunderstorm of cream.
Heard a guy from Alabama won the local Lottery, first thing Tom did was to contact Chanell, she assumed it just another client who wanted to fuck a famous pornstar, but this guy wanted complete ownership of her body, Tom rented an old plantation estate, money talks, Chanell tentatively agreed to spend six months in the raceplay role of submissive slave just off the boat, chained and collared, he spent the first week satisfying lustful dreams, every time he pumped a load into her well used cunt Chanell had to respond 'thank you Master', Tom played the Overseer and assembled twenty white studs who would also gleefully live their fantasies, as the white cocks bludgeoned Chanell's ravaged cunt she really got into it, Tom gradually mastered the role, his authority inculcated respect into the negro bitch, her plump body seemed made for gangbangs, by the time Tom introduced thirty additional members Chanell had become indoctrinated in the slave lifestyle, she listened to Candace Owens praising the benefits of slavery and submitted totally to her white master, Tom trained his bitch not resist any demands, for several months she served as the sex slave for hordes of men, hog meat indeed, she returned home fat and sated, full of spunk and submissive, eighteen months later when Tom calls she obeys without thought.