Making the Team/Go alone, Jada gets skullfucked
Jada's mouth must be amazing, because Jesse can't tear himself away from it. She slaps and claws at his thighs desperately, but he just fucks her even harder. Wrapping a fist around her ponytail, he jackhammers his fuckmuscle deep into her foodpipe - the slim black neck bulging as it's forced to fit his nine inch python. The leather cushions of the couch squeak when he bounces her head in his lap, and the sick 'glck-glck-glck' noises she makes only seems to be driving him on. With one hand on her hair and another grasping her face - he stands up and forces her to the floor, on her knees. Her struggles to break free grow laughably weak as she's running out of air, and he wraps his hands tightly around her skull before fucking her harder than ever! The beautiful black face smashes into his every thrust; slime and precum frothing at the lips and making a sticky mess when it drools down her chin. He bites his lip intensely and flushes furiously with determination. There's no way in hell he's going to give that niggress a moment's relief; and the other guys almost seem a bit worried when he pounds the breath out of her lungs.
"Come on, man - stop it!"
"She's had enough, bro. Don't fucking kill her!"
Dan tries to intervene, but the quarterback sends him to the floor with a brutal blow. "Shut up!" He roars, and the throatfuck grows ever more intense. Jada's tear-filled eyes look just about ready to pop out of her skull, and Jesse heaves like a hungry animal as the room fills with the raunchy rhythm of his pelvis slapping against her lips. Finally her shoulders roll back and the arms fall to the floor - completely limp. The only thing holding her up is the cock that's pistoning in and out of her throat.
When Jesse cums, it's like an explosion. White knuckles squeeze her head as tight as possible against him while he screams a violent orgasm - knees buckling as the twitching cock overflows her mouth with jizz and makes it squirt out around the sides of her mouth. He lets go, and she drops to the floor with a thud, but he still grits his teeth as the now-red cock streaks her face with cream.
He collapses into the couch with a shit-eating grin, and some guys run over to check up on her. "She's breathing!" Someone confirms, and the rest sigh of relief. "But holy shit man, you fucked her unconscious!"
Jesse doesn't seem to give a single shit. "I'm only fucking black chicks from now on." He laughs, face covered in sweat. "Lock her in the basement or something. When she wakes up, I'm going for seconds."
"What about us, man?" John growls. Nobody's really in the mood to fuck a passed-out chick, and with Jada out of action - they've more or less been robbed of their chance.
For a split second, it almost looked as if Jesse was going to say he didn't care. But he quickly came to his senses with a smirk. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry - did you guys want to fuck her too?" The room groans angrily, but he laughs them off. "My bad! My bad! But hey, what kind of captain would I be if I didn't look after my team? I've got an idea."
Jesse then...
... suggests they call over another ethnic piece of ass, namely...