Thin cuckold’s cock in a cage
I sat in a chair and watched my wife Ginger make the final preparations for her date with two BBC. She adjusted her hair and chin. My cock was locked in a chastity belt. We’d recently decided to try this, and we both loved it. My cock was thin, and Ginger’s pussy was very welcoming to two black cocks. Which is exactly what she planned to do that evening.
She adjusted the camera for recording. I continued to sit in the chair. My wife came up to me, kissed my forehead, and touched my cage. When two black men arrived, she introduced me to them and told them I’d just be watching and that I wasn’t allowed to touch my thin cock in the cage.
They glanced at me only briefly and continued to greedily gaze at my wife’s sexy body in lace lingerie and stockings. Her red bra exposed her nipples, and her thong barely covered her smooth pussy.
Then the guys undressed, and Ginger immediately positioned herself between them. She took their black cocks in her hands and, as if weighing them, showed them off to me. Then she began sucking them one by one opening her lips wide. They hardened and looked even bigger.
(more…)Black Bull brought back my sexuality
I’m an ordinary housewife living in the suburbs. I’ve dedicated my entire life to my family. When our children grew up and moved out of the house, my husband and I felt like we were entering a new chapter. We focused on the two of us once again, on our sex life, and on our relationship as adults. I realized I was no longer a young, sexy woman, and this began to weigh me down.
My husband tried to convince me that he loved me and still desired my body, although not with the same passion as in our youth. I’m 47 years old, my figure was full, my tits were large, my hips and butt were also fuller, but my waist was still there. And because of this, my husband said my figure looked amazing.
And so we had a lot of free time to think about something new, something we hadn’t been able to before. My husband Henry decided to spice up our lives with porn. Which initially only further convinced me that my body wasn’t very good and that I wasn’t good at things like giving blowjobs.
(more…)Submissive wife for BBC only
I lay in bed next to my husband thinking about today’s date. I loved Jeffrey, he had always been gentle, caring, and accommodating, even submissive with me. We had been together for 10 years. But I gradually craved some development and passion in sex, something my husband had never been able to give me. I wanted to feel weak, submissive, and completely surrendered to only one type of man: strong and dominant black men.
My husband knew and accepted this. We decided to take a stroll in the park that warm evening. I wore a light summer dress that hugged my tits and hips, and Jeffrey walked beside me holding my hand. We sat on a bench when I noticed him.
A tall, athletic black man in his thirties was jogging nearby. His dark skin glistened with sweat, his arms were powerful, his shoulders broad. I immediately felt a warmth between my legs. He ran past, but slowed when he saw us. Our eyes met.
My husband and I sat on the bench and waited for him to pass us again. Fifteen or twenty minutes passed. He caught his breath and sat down on the bench next to us.
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