BANGBROS – Watch Out, Mutha Fuckas, Here Cum Spicy J and Nina Rotti!

“Watch Out, Mutha Fuckas, Here Cum Spicy J and Nina Rotti!” yells Spicy J as he struts into the room, his muscular body glistening with sweat. His gaze locks onto Nina, his Latina bombshell with big tits and a fat phat booty, as she wiggles her hips seductively. The two black beauties have just walked into BangBros’ latest scene, and everyone’s about to witness an ass parade like no other.

Spicy J rips his shirt off, revealing his chiseled abs and bulging biceps. Not to be outdone, Nina peels her tight dress down, exposing her humongous jugs and a chocolate slice that could give a grown man the vapors. Her phat ass bounces with each step as she saunters over to Spicy J.

“Damn, girl! That ass is a work of art,” he groans, grabbing her booty cheeks. “Let’s give these muthafuckas a show they won’t soon forget!”

Nina grins wickedly. “Oh, I plan to. I’m gonna bust out moves that will make their dicks explode.”

They start grinding to the club beat pulsing through the studio. Nina twerks her big booty into Spicy J’s crotch, making his bulge twitch. He grabs her waist and flips her around, pushing her face-first against the wall. Her ass cheeks spread open, revealing a tight pucker and dripping pussy.

Spicy J smacks her booty, leaving a red handprint. “You like that, don’t you, you dirty girl?” He reaches down and spreads her thick pussylips open, showing off her arousal.

Nina moans, “Mmm, you know I do. Now quit playing games and fuck me already!”

Suddenly, a chair whizzes by her head and cracks Spicy J in the face. He tumbles back, blood gushing from his nose. Nina whips around to see a white guy in a fedora standing there.

“Mutherfucker, are you trying to get your ass kicked?” Spicy J roars as he lunges to grab his felller from his waistband.

Nina quickly slinks in between them. “Now, now boys, let’s maintain some decorum. And who are you?” she asks the other man with a flirty wink.

“Dirk Diggler, ma’am. I insist thisFields is my primary filming locale. And I think I have a right to do so, given the circumstances.” Dirk puffs out his chest. The other crew members begin to murmur.

Spicy J scowls. “Bitch, colored, muthafucker, if you don’t remove yourself from my country, I’ma bend you over and show you how it’s done!”

“And I’ll yank your dick off and shove it up your asshole!” adds Nina. She hops back over to Spicy J and joins him in staring down Dirk.

Dirk fidgets nervously. “Now, settle down, both of you… perhaps we can come to an… arrangement.” He discreetly pulls out his cell phone and sends a text to an unknown number. A few minutes later, the door swings open and none other than breeze in, wearing full camo gear sits down on one of the chairs.

“Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem here?” he asks in calm, even tones. Dirk comes over and stands next to the colonel. “Sir, this uppity colored thinks he has domain over your filming locale. And now he’s got this big booty Latina slapping his ass!”

Colonel Stanley narrows his eyes at the pair, and then breaks out into a chuckle. “I’m sorry, you idiots. I have an arrangement with BangBros that my studios must be used for filming their adult entertainments. But I have nothing against hauled ass.”

“Damn straight,” says Nina with a leer. “In fact, I’d love to put your personal hauler to the test…” She sways toward him, her melons bouncing with the motion.

Stanley eyes her up and down, clearly appreciative. “I’d be honored, ma’am. But perhaps we could wrap this meeting and take our show on the road?”

Spicy J holds up his hand. “Actually, Colonel, I have an idea that could benefit everyone.” He lays out his scheme, and the others nod enthusiastically. “Well, let’s bust this shit out then!”