knowing what would happen next.
As I pressed it into her fully, she opened, her legs spreading wide to either side. She took it all.
I started pumping it into her this time, not slowly the way I'd done the night before. Her thighs started moving up and down and around, in time with my rough thrusts.
It felt like if I had to stare at this much longer I was going to release without even taking myself out. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, my wife splayed and stuffed by a giant black monster.
"Andrew! Andrew! Andrew!" she spoke my name. Three bursts of breath that betrayed her excitement. She was fixated on it now, staring at it moving in and out of the tight pink flesh of her pussy. I watched as her legs began to shake. I saw her pussy start to clench. God how I wanted to tear my pants off, pull the thing out of her and sink myself deep into that stretched cunt. I needed to help her find her pleasure first.
Her hand gripped my arm, her other fist tightening around the bed covers. She screamed and I watched her body buck towards the dildo as each pulse of her orgasm exploded inside her. I could barely believe my eyes. I'd never seen her doing anything like it before.
She turned her eyes away and frowned. Then she scowled. When she looked back at me, it didn't look good.
"Samantha. You look as if I've just told you I want a divorce. I want to take you on a vacation. You do understand the difference, don't you?"
When it started to ebb, she looked away from the thing and up at me. "Andrew! I want to...make you happy too..." she said, panting. Her voice was shy.
I started to pull the thing from her but she clutched my arm.
"No," she whispered. "Leave it there."
My eyes went wide in disbelief as she pulled me up and towards her face. She'd done this three times, gone down on me. Twice for birthdays and once when she'd had too much wine. I don't think she remembered the third. I couldn't believe what was happening as she tore at my belt buckle and pulled at my zipper.
My cock sprang out and surprised her. It was about half the size of the black dildo. I looked down her body. Her dress had fallen slightly, but I could still see the giant thing stuffed inside her, black against her skin.
When she pulled me close I had to stop my fall with a hand on the bed frame. I groaned as she took me in her mouth.
I felt her tongue sliding around the head of my cock as she explored me. The heat that had made her come was lingering inside her cheeks, surrounding me. She moved slowly, watching me for my reaction as I watched the dildo, still inside her, swaying gently as she moved.
I felt the precum trickle out. I wondered if she'd think it was gross. I didn't care. I couldn't tear my eyes off the black dildo that wiggled slightly with the waning pulses of her pleasure.
"Oh Sam!" I groaned, unable to keep my hips from thrusting at her. I heard her gurgle, then choke slightly. I pulled out, terrified I'd hurt her. "Are you alright?"
Her eyes were on my cock and her hand was pulling me towards her again. I shook my head with disbelief, but didn't resist. With another moan, I pushed myself inside her hot, wet mouth.
I felt cum pooling at the base of my shaft. It was indescribably hot, what was happening.
A thought flashed through my mind. An image I'd only thought of in the darkest parts of night, while she slept beside me. It was a fantasy I'd harboured since we'd met. Of course I'd never told her.
As I closed my eyes, I saw the body of a black man, pressing in between her thighs. It shook me to my core.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" I breathed, my voice tight with pleasure. I pulled out as the first spurt of white seed pulsed from my cock. I looked down to see it lash across her cheek. I let out another groan.
She tugged at me, hungry. I let her take me in her mouth. Right before she did, another throb sent cum splattering across her cheeks. She looked up at me and started to suck.
"Oh fuck..." I rumbled as the feeling of her
As I pressed it into her fully, she opened, her legs spreading wide to either side. She took it all.
I started pumping it into her this time, not slowly the way I'd done the night before. Her thighs started moving up and down and around, in time with my rough thrusts.
It felt like if I had to stare at this much longer I was going to release without even taking myself out. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, my wife splayed and stuffed by a giant black monster.
"Andrew! Andrew! Andrew!" she spoke my name. Three bursts of breath that betrayed her excitement. She was fixated on it now, staring at it moving in and out of the tight pink flesh of her pussy. I watched as her legs began to shake. I saw her pussy start to clench. God how I wanted to tear my pants off, pull the thing out of her and sink myself deep into that stretched cunt. I needed to help her find her pleasure first.
Her hand gripped my arm, her other fist tightening around the bed covers. She screamed and I watched her body buck towards the dildo as each pulse of her orgasm exploded inside her. I could barely believe my eyes. I'd never seen her doing anything like it before.
She turned her eyes away and frowned. Then she scowled. When she looked back at me, it didn't look good.
"Samantha. You look as if I've just told you I want a divorce. I want to take you on a vacation. You do understand the difference, don't you?"
When it started to ebb, she looked away from the thing and up at me. "Andrew! I want to...make you happy too..." she said, panting. Her voice was shy.
I started to pull the thing from her but she clutched my arm.
"No," she whispered. "Leave it there."
My eyes went wide in disbelief as she pulled me up and towards her face. She'd done this three times, gone down on me. Twice for birthdays and once when she'd had too much wine. I don't think she remembered the third. I couldn't believe what was happening as she tore at my belt buckle and pulled at my zipper.
My cock sprang out and surprised her. It was about half the size of the black dildo. I looked down her body. Her dress had fallen slightly, but I could still see the giant thing stuffed inside her, black against her skin.
When she pulled me close I had to stop my fall with a hand on the bed frame. I groaned as she took me in her mouth.
I felt her tongue sliding around the head of my cock as she explored me. The heat that had made her come was lingering inside her cheeks, surrounding me. She moved slowly, watching me for my reaction as I watched the dildo, still inside her, swaying gently as she moved.
I felt the precum trickle out. I wondered if she'd think it was gross. I didn't care. I couldn't tear my eyes off the black dildo that wiggled slightly with the waning pulses of her pleasure.
"Oh Sam!" I groaned, unable to keep my hips from thrusting at her. I heard her gurgle, then choke slightly. I pulled out, terrified I'd hurt her. "Are you alright?"
Her eyes were on my cock and her hand was pulling me towards her again. I shook my head with disbelief, but didn't resist. With another moan, I pushed myself inside her hot, wet mouth.
I felt cum pooling at the base of my shaft. It was indescribably hot, what was happening.
A thought flashed through my mind. An image I'd only thought of in the darkest parts of night, while she slept beside me. It was a fantasy I'd harboured since we'd met. Of course I'd never told her.
As I closed my eyes, I saw the body of a black man, pressing in between her thighs. It shook me to my core.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" I breathed, my voice tight with pleasure. I pulled out as the first spurt of white seed pulsed from my cock. I looked down to see it lash across her cheek. I let out another groan.
She tugged at me, hungry. I let her take me in her mouth. Right before she did, another throb sent cum splattering across her cheeks. She looked up at me and started to suck.
"Oh fuck..." I rumbled as the feeling of her
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