BLACKED Brett Rossi scared from her ex Big Black Boss protects her

I met this guy Johnny a few months ago at a club in Hollywood. We went on a few dates and he seemed really nice at first. But when things didn't work out, and I tried nicely to end the relationship, he went crazy. When Johnny really went psycho and the restraining order just didn't help, I knew there was one person I could call. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. Mr. Wallace. He was my last resort. Don't even worry about it, come over to my place. I'll handle it. I was so relieved. Plus, I was kind of excited to see him again. You guys make sure he sees the plows, load towards you. He needs to understand that we're going to get mid-eeful on his ass. I don't even know how to thank you. I want to make you happy, Daddy. I'm not black. I met this guy Johnny a few months ago at a club in Hollywood. We went on a few dates and he seemed really nice at first. But when things didn't work out, and I tried nicely to end the relationship, he went crazy. I blocked his number, but he would call me from other phones. So I changed my number, but he tracked my new one down. He just wouldn't stop. I tried filing a restraining order, but nothing happened. I was fed up. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. When Johnny really went psycho and the restraining order just didn't help, I knew there was one person I could call. A few months ago, my girlfriend introduced me to a man named Mr. Wallace. He was one of the most feared and powerful men in LA. The two of us talked for a little and we had a really good connection. He was my last resort. When I called him, he told me not to worry and invited me to come spend the afternoon at his house. Come over to my place. I was so relieved. Plus, I was kind of excited to see him again. He's here. He's at the house. Hmm, good. You guys make sure he sees the plows, the blowtorch. He needs to understand that we're going to get mid-efo on his ass. He needs to leave town two nights. It's not for a lot of LA privileges. He won't bother you again. You are just amazing. I don't even know how to thank you. Let's go inside my house. Come here, baby. Daddy's going to take good care of you. Daddy. I want to do so bad. Yeah. No worries. No worries. I don't feel even right now. Oh, my God. Your clock is huge. Just for you, baby. How's it going to go inside me? It's huge. We'll make it happen. Yeah. You have to be gentle. So? Yeah. You promise. Like that. Like that. Oh, my God. Like that. Ah, yes. You guys keep inside my house. Fuck me. Like that. Look at your cock. Your cock goes inside my pussy. Yeah. My pussy. Right there. Fucking big. I want to like this. I want to like this. I don't want to like this. Is it deep? This is so good. Just nice and slow like that. Yeah. Come here. Come here. I had been Mr. Congo's assistant for four months now. He was a very successful African businessman living in LA. The work environment was a little unusual because he was always hitting on me. I have to admit I kind of liked the attention. One day I was really stressed out at work and my boyfriend sent me a text that really set me off. Mr. Congo noticed that I was sort of upset and he offered me a drink. He started to really hit on me. I didn't know how to react at first but he was so dominant. I just let it happen. Oh my God. I'm getting so wet with my pussy up against you. I want to feel this inside me. So big. Oh my God. I have this black back. Oh. Please don't stop. Oh yeah. How would you fuck your ass now? It's so tight. It's so good. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh, he's touching me. I'm fucking so good. Oh. Oh, I can't believe he's touching all my holes. Yes. Oh God. I'm coming. Oh.