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True Story
He had seen his wife very horny but not like this. He had been building her up to this for ages, encouraging her dirty phone calls with Nick and having her tell him how she had been fucked senseless the last time he gave his woman to this horny black man. She hadn't been his wife then and he wasn't there to watch, either, but she told him all deep pussy about it and he made her repeat every dirty detail, including how she had sucked and swallowed the last drops of spunk from his cock after he had suck cum on her, how she had been so horny she had started to hump her tired fucker's butt as he rested and how she came as she humped like a mad woman craving sex.
She knew how to release that Animal, the great xxx cocks balck Fuck-Ape within her, how to forget all else as she abandoned herself to basic instincts. She was going to go ape-shit fucking crazy tonight.
Nick was now fucking her slowly, on top of her. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and she was pushing her cunt into his every thrust, moaning, whimpering, biting and kissing at his dark brown body.
Charles knew that this hairy bush hunter was just the beginning of her lust and let himself cum, shooting his load onto the handkerchief on his belly. He also knew he would be cumming a few
Deep pussy
more times that night but for now the tension had gone and he wanted to go down to the bar. He took the door card, kissed his fucking wife in her nakedness and sweat, as she looked up at him, eyes full of love and lust and left them too it. He could hear milf hunter moms here her start to scream as he pulled the almost soundproof door. Muffled orgasms.
Down stairs there were couples, single guys, women. A very cute and young barmaid took his order and asked with a smile, "Are you British? I love your accent. If you don't mind me saying, it's so sexy...!"
Big, brown eyes, firm, little arse. "Bet she's good bent over a table." he thought.
A couple at Nastolatki Deep pussy a nearby table started to talk to him, as Americans do. He liked this superficial friendliness. In some ways Americans were like children.
"Hello! Are you on holiday here? I'm Tony and this is my wife, Angela."
"It's true, you do have a charming accent!" Angela giggled.
Charles introduced himself and got into chat mode. Tony didn't seem to mind him flirting with his young wife and invited Charles to their booth, placing him next to petite, blond Angie. There was something fragile, innocent and
very sexy about her... Who was it she reminded him of? Yes, Allie McBeal! Wide-eyed, pretty, deep pussy funny, expressive face, always moving, giving everything away. She was black on blondes atack a sweet, submissive little girl who probably loved being split in two by a huge dominating cock.
She smelt of spring flowers and pussy dew. She had green eyes and Charles wanted to fuck her. He thought of his wife being pounded by that big black cock and wanted to go back to see where they had got to... watch, listen and wank again.
Charles felt horny and sexually powerful knowing that Angie was slowly becoming inebriated by his accent and British charm, his self-assurance, his exoticism and the sexuality he was exuding. He knew he was going to fuck her brains out, have her begging like a whore whilst her husband watched as he spunked her face. She was going to Boys First Time be licking up his sperm.
"Another Bloody Mary, please, yes, thanks. But I have some business to attend to. Will I see you here later?" he asked the couple whilst looking Angie in the eyes. |
