On your knees, wench. Someone shoulda broke you a long, long time ago. I have nary met a wench I can't chuck with this here long and mighty dingus! I tell ye back in aught-4 I met a real mean one. She had big, air stealing nostrils, monstrous, boot lips, muscles that rippled under her cobalt skin so it’d look like a nest’a snakes as she’d be twisting here and yonder. T’was an older gentleman, the owner d’ye ken?, that had hired me to break this particular wench. Was some half-dozen breakers what had tried and failed! I tracked this this big-assed sheboon, by fallerin’ the sounds of her impressive proud buttocks, clapping as she capered to and fro on yon gentleman’s land. There she be, proud as a damn peacock, black slave’s body framed by yon settin’ sun, just begging to be broke. I approached from the east, formerly westerly way. Took her unawares as she were sat alone out front a shack, mending a loincloth or some such. Knocking her to his glistening buttocks produced a thund’rus CLAP, and I mounted from the front. I tell ye girl, but that wench began to FIGHT! This unbroken, proud negress was ornery I tell ye, but I ain't ne'er been denied, d'ya ken it? I had my cock out in an instant as she scrambled onto her black belly and began ta’ wrigglin’ this way and that. And bucko did she began to wail! As loud as prairie lightning she were. This wench could tell the breaking was coming, and I tell ye, she did WENCH. This obstinate whore could turn on a dime and give ye some change! I tell ye as the winds were my witness, she were a right sunfish, struggling and flopping ass she did, gyrating her unbroken black pussy and dodging my breaker man’s meat. But she broke, and I finished the job. D’ye ken? That wench broke. Say sorry, wench. But they all break. By the man Jesus and his snowy white pappy, now say hallelujah, girl, you'll break, too!