Jayden Rose used to be attracted to obese Mideastern restauranteurs with curly hair, olive oil and a smile. Now it's black men with their telescope dicks, working in pairs. Just the thought of such a nasty duo brings a blast of hot blood swelling Jayden's lips and throat, and she begins her ballet of pursuit. It usually begins with a bump & grind come on plus the genial words, "Hey, sailor." And they don't even have to be in the navy. Jayden's fuck-me-black-man looks generally help, too. Her philosophy? In a coal bin all cocks look alike. Words of wisdom we can all live by.