Đầu từ mẹ cũ (dee)
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She always bragged she was better, so what hell. Mother was freakier, but Daughter's head was amazing
10 năm trước đây
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I had been married to my husband for a while, when I woke up from a drunken sex session. In front of me was a huge black man fucking a tiny waisted woman senseless! I could feel my flower warm with excited as I watch. This was my introduction to black cock. As married couple do, we talked about the fantasy of him watching me fuck another man while he watches, films. This new adventure would give us a new energy to our sex life that I couldn’t even imagine.
We approached a young black fit man on a website, his profile didn’t give much away but the excitement of messaging him privately gave me confidence and made me feel sexy. We messaged for a while, swapping our private sexy thoughts on how we thought the night would go, what we both wanted from the night. As the night drew closer, I became more nervous, my partner and I brought underwear, dressed up, role played the night, shared pictures with the stag we were going to share our experience with.
The night.. we arrived at our apartment and re spoke about what we wanted, I was beginning to really feel apprehensive. He messaged to say he was a few minutes away. I could feel the energy in the room change. My once held together husband also became nervous. He kissed me and left to go answer the door. At this moment by myself, the realisation of what was about to happen set in, knots of excitement became tight in my stomach and my pussy was warm. Both men walked into the room and it was hard to hold myself together. My stag removed his jacket, the view sent the knots from my stomach to my pussy, his trousers were tight, his shirt was filled by his board chest. We poured a drink. Trying to act cool I made small talk, inside my heart was thumping, my head was cloudy from sexual thoughts. I waited for the code from my husband, those small words of “go get ready” would mean everything was going ahead, he was happy with his choice of pleasure for me. However, as the flirting and small talk continued I couldn’t help myself, I wanted it, I was hungry for it. I said “I’m gonna go get changed”. I could hear the two men talking, my husband then said something that would make blood rush. “She is sexy isn’t she? He replies “yes she is” my tits swell and my nipples became harder, blood rushes to my lady garden and I am ready. I change in to a black corset, stockings and blue high heel shoes. I take a minute to compose myself. He walks in to use the bathroom, as he walks in he whispers “wow” under his breath and kisses me. He goes to the toilet. I wait.
I ask my husband if he is okay. He says you are hot, go enjoy. The stag comes out and kisses me, he is collected, masculine. He reads my body. He knows I am nervous. He lays me back and kisses my neck I can feel his weight on me as he slides his hand down my body. My body is electric, alive. His thick fingers slide along my knickers and I push my hips up to allow his hand around my bum. I can feel his cock pressed against me. It’s hard. Thick, m
We approached a young black fit man on a website, his profile didn’t give much away but the excitement of messaging him privately gave me confidence and made me feel sexy. We messaged for a while, swapping our private sexy thoughts on how we thought the night would go, what we both wanted from the night. As the night drew closer, I became more nervous, my partner and I brought underwear, dressed up, role played the night, shared pictures with the stag we were going to share our experience with.
The night.. we arrived at our apartment and re spoke about what we wanted, I was beginning to really feel apprehensive. He messaged to say he was a few minutes away. I could feel the energy in the room change. My once held together husband also became nervous. He kissed me and left to go answer the door. At this moment by myself, the realisation of what was about to happen set in, knots of excitement became tight in my stomach and my pussy was warm. Both men walked into the room and it was hard to hold myself together. My stag removed his jacket, the view sent the knots from my stomach to my pussy, his trousers were tight, his shirt was filled by his board chest. We poured a drink. Trying to act cool I made small talk, inside my heart was thumping, my head was cloudy from sexual thoughts. I waited for the code from my husband, those small words of “go get ready” would mean everything was going ahead, he was happy with his choice of pleasure for me. However, as the flirting and small talk continued I couldn’t help myself, I wanted it, I was hungry for it. I said “I’m gonna go get changed”. I could hear the two men talking, my husband then said something that would make blood rush. “She is sexy isn’t she? He replies “yes she is” my tits swell and my nipples became harder, blood rushes to my lady garden and I am ready. I change in to a black corset, stockings and blue high heel shoes. I take a minute to compose myself. He walks in to use the bathroom, as he walks in he whispers “wow” under his breath and kisses me. He goes to the toilet. I wait.
I ask my husband if he is okay. He says you are hot, go enjoy. The stag comes out and kisses me, he is collected, masculine. He reads my body. He knows I am nervous. He lays me back and kisses my neck I can feel his weight on me as he slides his hand down my body. My body is electric, alive. His thick fingers slide along my knickers and I push my hips up to allow his hand around my bum. I can feel his cock pressed against me. It’s hard. Thick, m