Barely legal phone sex slut Porsha is the new chocolate drop on the block. The men have been going crazy in my neighborhood to get into her panties. They clearly have jungle fever. I don’t see Porsha’s ethnicity, however. I see a beautiful young girl who I bet is a wildcat in the sack. I decided to test my theory by inviting her over for dinner. It is the neighborly thing to do, right? Well, I guess I messed up the time in the text I sent her so she showed up while I was still grocery shopping. I came home to find my son between her legs eating her hot teen slut pussy. When he was busted with her pussy juice all over his face, all he could say was, “The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice mom.” I just shook my head. Of course my son would have jungle fever too.
I was jealous. I wanted her to myself. Her caramel skin, her tight teen body, her come hither eyes, made this old cougar wet. I decided to be honest. I told her I invited her over for dinner because I wanted to have her sweet chocolate pussy for desert. She cocked her head to the left as in shock. She looked at my son with a grin and said, “Let’s see who eats the best pussy in this family.” That was my cue. I dived right for that sweet muff and pulled out all my fancy pussy eating tricks. I wanted to peel her off the ceiling. I did just that too. I had her palming the back of my head and screaming my name. When Porsha squirted all over my face, even my son declared me the winner. He wanted to taste more of her baby girl pussy so he licked her nectar off my face. We are so glad that Porsha is here. I bet you are too.