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Mr. Vandella hasn’t been”cutting the mustard” as of late and professional help was to help. I pulled my good-for-nothing husband down so that Dr. Jack Napier could offer his service since my hubby was lacking in the bedroom. I made sure to put on my skankiest costume to show off my cleavage as I verbally tore into the limp white meat I married. Dr. Napier’s radical remedy of getting me become his fuck servant was that the sole cure. Mr.Vandella sat like a dummy while I gagged and spat on the black behemoth that has been in between the great doctor’s legs. My eyes lit up like a shooting star with each inch of cock that I firmly stuffed down my sidewalk. I believed our session would stop there,however, my aching loins needed a second opinion. My husband was getting outstanding pointers while Dr. Napier’s throbbing cock went balls deep to a normally failed white pussy. My huge tits shook throughout the doctor’s office once I got fucked by a black cock which truly knew how to take care of a white girl. The entire fiasco was not without a verbal attack in my hubby’s eardrums like I constantly reminded him that his shortcomings left him less than the man. My new cuckold took note as my airtight pussy’s tight seal had been broken up with a big,black penis and Mr.Vandella’s eyes closed on this interracial sexual rendezvous. My entire body could not quit shaking from the climaxes Jack’s black penis had been inflicting along with my tiny, small feet were covered with his ghetto slop. I couldn’t put my designer shoes back on these cum-drenched feet! I had the snowy loser clean up my ten little piggies. . . .read more |
