Hot ass sex on a yacht is one thing, but when you get to have it with The Living Legend himself, it is an entirely different game. My beloved Big Daddy King bought a million dollar yacht at an auction. Even though he got the yacht for a steal because it was a seized auction, he still paid 3 million for the yacht. That is more money than I will make in my lifetime. It is more money than many of my suitors will make in a lifetime too. But Big Daddy King has the Midas touch. He is a billionaire because he has a mind for business. He also has a body for sin! The anaconda has starred in many porns and is always the star of this white girl pussy! #blackcocksuperiority.
Big Daddy King decided to throw a yacht rock blast with only his best sugar babies. The Anaconda needed to be christened on the high seas, along with BDK’s new yacht! Only the best sugar babies came on the boat. We had on nautical swim wear that showed off our tramp stamps and BDK bling. Hair and nails done in a nautical them too. We were looking fly, but nobody, not even the hottest chicks around outshines Big Daddy King and his legendary anaconda. That man in nothing but white compression shorts is an imagine burned into the minds of women all over the world. Me and some of the most elite sugar baby posse in the world flew to Boco Raton where Big Daddy King had a limo waiting to take us to paradise. Wherever Big Daddy King is, is paradise, however. Paparazzi were waiting to get pictures of The Living Legend and his bevy of beauties.
It was just us on the high seas. We took to social media to brag about our Sugar Daddy of the century. #KingofallKings. There was a throne on his 12-million-dollar yacht and let me tell you, we rocked the boat and we rocked the anaconda. But not nearly as much as BDK and his monster cock rocked our world. The anaconda is too much monster meat for one mere mortal woman. Hell, it is more meat than a posse of sugar babies can handle too but we certainly worshiped our King and his King Cock with everything we got. Big Daddy King had bedazzled in precious gems on his white compression shorts, “Let Freedom Ring,” and we showed our Black patriotism. #publicbbcworship. Us hot sugar babies oiled up the anaconda and our big white girl titties and we let the biggest cock known to woman let freedom ring all over our hot gfe phone sex bodies. It was a feeding frenzy. White tongues across the anaconda felt good to our King and to our greedy mouths.
The anaconda is more than enough to feed 4 white sugar babies. Big daddy King christened our faces with his billionaire nut sauce, and we christened his yacht. Big Daddy King rocks our world on land and on sea. I am still reeling in the glory of the incredible experience of being on The Living Legend’s yacht. There are snakes on a plane, then there is the anaconda on a yacht. #OwnedbyBDK #Addicted2Anaconda #BlacksonBlondes #TheLivingLegend.




I was on top for some furious Fetish Phone Sex, riding him into my luxurious couch – a gift from a previous boy treating me to his hard-earned bank account – with my hands on his shoulders, his on my hips, my tits bouncing into his face and a hunger in my eyes. He held my tight slim body against him, sliding right up my slippery cunt again and again with a sense of desire I simply couldn’t help but take pride in during the greatest heat of sex. I was in an animalistic state, following his directions, grinding myself onto his massive cock, and stretching myself out while struggling to breathe. Later I knew he’d call my efforts cute and bouncy, but right that moment all I wanted him to call them was fucking primal. Unlike his wife, girlfriend, and bitchy exes I wanted to give him exactly what he needed and nothing less, just Hardcore Phone Sex. I was begging for him to let me show him the best time of his life and I was so greedily horny when he agreed. Soaking is one word to call folds so wet they made squishy sounds when I moved. If he had second thoughts at that point I’d have told him it was too late. He couldn’t lift my fat ass hard enough to stop me from fucking at that point, there was no return and he knew it as well as I did. All I wanted from him was to keep stuffing my cunt so full of cock I’d be able to taste his cum when he shot off. He lifted his hands from my hips to grab and squeeze my tits, comparing them to his wife’s no doubt, and by the glint of joy in his eyes, finding them an amazing replacement. They’re grand, overwhelmingly shapely, and sizable to match. They’re unfair, and I’m a whore, not a slouch. My tits are elastic, bouncy, and worth fucking until they’re red, sore, and covered in a potent stream of cum. If after this I wasn’t in store for Big tit fucking, I was gonna be sorely disappointed.











