In the heart of the hood, a young, black teen with a distinctive nappy 'fro emerges from the shadows, her eyes hungry and eager. She doesn't speak, just pushes back her hood, revealing her youthful face, before dropping to her knees. With a skilled, ghetto rhythm, she works the thick shaft, her head bobbing, her tongue flicking, her hands working in tandem, leaving no inch untouched, until she's coated in glistening, sticky evidence of her oral prowess.