My Husband Watched Me Take a Thick Black Breeding Behind the Bar
I Begged For Every Inch of His Foot-Long Black Destroyer to Ruin Me
“Hey girl, you sure took your time getting here,” Tyrone growled huskily as I finally showed up twenty minutes late. His eyes roamed over my skimpy little dress like a predator eyeing its prey.
I batted my lashes demurely, playing coy. “Sorry, Daddy, I had to make sure my husband wasn’t following me. You know how suspicious those cuck boys can get.”
“Hmph, I don’t give a fuck about that little vanilla bitch,” he scoffed, reaching to caress my curves. “All I care about is breaking in this new hotwife pussy the way it needs to get broke in.”
His words made my thighs clench with shameless arousal. I gazed up at him through lowered lashes. “You think you’ve got what it takes to handle all this?”
In one fluid motion, Tyrone spun me around and pinned me hard against the dirty brick wall. His thick bulge ground against my ass as he loomed over me, hot breath on my neck. “I’m gonna show you exactly what this big black bull is packin’, slut.”
He reached around to roughly paw at my tits, giving them a greedy squeeze. I whimpered wantonly, pressing my ass back to feel that heaviness straining against his…
