One thought had been swirling around in my head for the past six months. It was the fantasy of a black cock. Big, thick, veiny, so dark and powerful. I’d loved them ever since I saw them in porn. The way they stretched me, filled me to the limit, made me scream with pleasure. My husband Stan was a good lover, gentle and caring. But his cock was average. I wanted more. I wanted to feel myself explode from a real black cock.
And then one day, I put on my sexiest set: a black lace bra that barely covered my nipples and a thong that cut into my wet pussy. I was already on edge. I masturbated all day imagining a huge black man fucking me in front of my husband.
And I sat down next to my husband on the couch and pressed my tits against him. I whispered to him that I’d long fantasized about a big black cock and that I wanted to feel it. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his cock was already hardening under my palm.
I looked absolutely stunning, and he loved it. Then I kissed his neck nibbling on his earlobe. «I want a black cock. Big and thick. I want him to fuck me like a slut while you watch. You’ll watch me get pounded by a real stud.»
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