His hands, his big, strong, black hands. They slide up my body, holding my breasts while he kisses my neck. His huge, powerful, beautiful black cock is inside me. He stands behind me, slowly driving that perfect cock in and out of my body.

We’re in the shower, steam is everywhere. I’m moaning, cumming, going numb.

I gave my ass to him earlier. He took it, licked it, kissed it, then entered it. TJ drove his black cock as deep as he could inside me. Pass my rectum, into my colon, sliding and sliding further into my body.

I moan again, and flex my impressive glute muscles around his long shaft. I hear him moan in my ear. I love that sound, the sound of a black man moaning with pleasure; pleasure that my body, my ass, provides. It was built for them.

There’ve been so many. So many black men. Lawyers, doctors, athletes, thugs – all have taken me to bed, taken my pussy, taken the object meant for black men, my ass.

Oh yes, I feel him so deep inside me. I place my hand on my toned, flat stomach – I swear I can feel his cock in there, pushing and pushing, up into my intestines. I love it.

The one thing I love more than black cock was cheating on my husband with them.