The look on Karen James Steinem's face as I smack her face and ram my cock deep into her asshole can only be considered priceless. I don't know why she seems so surprised when I do this. It's what I am and what I do. I've got no choice in the matter. Birds must fly. Snakes must crawl. Men must struggle. Women must whine. I must be cruel. It's what I am. My name is Samuel and I approve this message. Please take a ride with me as I spend the last days of the Summer doing what I do best.
Presently, Karen is lying on a hammock. Suspended four feet above the floor in my basement. Her hands and feet are bound. Her plump thighs are spread. I've inserted a massive dildo deep into her pussy. This dildo was dipped into Salsa Picante. What can I say, folks? Some like it hot! I spread Karen's wide ass cheeks and thrust my cock deep into her asshole. Her eyes bulge and I know she would scream if she could. But she can't because her big mouth is gagged. A silent woman is a wonderful thing. I'm from the old school, folks. I think women should be seen and not heard.
I met Karen online about two months ago. I had some fun sessions chatting with her. She claimed to be looking for big black guys who were over six feet tall and had big dicks. That's not exactly rare in the city of Brockton. I sent her some snapshots of my long and thick, uncut black cock. She sent me some pictures of her naked. I liked those pictures of her fat white ass. Like I said, we clicked. After chatting for a few months, we finally decided to meet. We dined at the Westgate Mall, then I drove her to my place for some fun. The rest, as they say, is history.