Tristan and I are in a bad part of town. There’s some graffiti on the wall so that means big black cock is nearby. We quickly made our way to the studio of Hooks in hopes that he’s paint us with his big black paintbrush. Tristan was initially hesitant but she quickly became fascinated once she saw was Hooks was packing. Tristan and I both took turns slobbering all over his knob and then he bent us over and went back and forth from her hole to mine. Hooks is a true artist seeing as how he painted her face with his fat wad. My pathetic white boyfriend thinks I was spending the day in art class. Well, I actually kind of was.