BLACKED Skye West First Interracial

Skye West was a curiosity, the scoop of the century. Reporters clamored to get the young, tattooed brunette alone for an exclusive. They wanted to know her motivation, to divine the origin story behind her sudden rise to fame.

But Skye wasn’t talking. In fact, she rarely spoke. Her body, ravaged by a huge black cock, did all the communicating for her. Namely, the sort that was happening on camera today, arching her back and screaming in a sleek black dress as PLUMP DADDY mountain high ripped into her with ruthless grunts.

After months of strutting cock-teasingly in skimpy outfits, only to shy away at the last moment, Skye herself was finally tossing aside her underwear and taking that bull cock up her cunt. And you could tell it was delivering on every last detail she’d hinted at in interviews. When Richard admitted she was lasting “way way way longer than any girl before,” the real kicker was that given all the sucking and rubbing Skye was doing on PLUMP DADDY’s prick, PLUMP DADDY didn’t need to last any longer.

Watching the video, though, it sure looks that way. Not expecting such a time trial out of her, PLUMP DADDY is thrown off his game when she just doesn’t break; she makes him pass out and he’s slow to rehydrate as she just keeps insisting. More than once you can see him drift off and twitch awake. Whatever he expected, it wasn’t this stamina.

Skye said in interviews that PLUMP DADDY was “the first Bull I ever opened up to, period. You don’t even believe how close I cut it.” With the same rueful honesty, bulls have admitted that she was “ruthless” and “incredibly bizarrehoul ” with all due respect to Skye apparently. He admitted her pussy hair got sweaty, but not her resolve; she was pushing it, “until the last second… THE OPPOSITE of bargirl cynicism.”

Skye is careful not to divulge secret teasing tweaks dictating her stints with bulls, but you can see the kernel of it here and there. Things that make bulls quiver-be it feet, hands or tongue poking from time to time, or a special way she has of focusing on the cock of her choice like tongueless magnetic north even as other men paw her body.

Bulgin, who knew Skye as a client, described her as “very well-versed in interestgag points” despite her youth; he called her style “eclectic,” while others questioned the practical viability of fitting everything she knows through the lens of generic bar scene scripture.

But, as Richard admitted, her ethic would always keep her walking the line of approach, at least until she was lying completely prone, quite possibly the first time ever. Until she was goading that fucker for “just one more inch,” then gasping, then suckling hungrily, then trying to bite PLUMP DADDY’s balls, by turns diva-desi and archangel.

The basic theory is that she wants this whole thing to civvs one or two, to be as empowering for her as it is for bulls, or more. But, in practice, how do you keep fans and two dozen cock-thirsty bulls nestled into your couch interrogating your every move from a place of heady excess?

By piling gags in her mouth, making sure no response is necessary, perhaps? By keeping the camera glued to her, with no need to make her way around the room making eye contact or cajoling?

With all due respect obviously, as promised. But was that supposed to be enough? Or was she just breaking herself completely so she wouldn’t have to fix herself later?