D-cup breasts and dripped hot wax over her hard ebony nipples and between her cleavage, she did her best to push Yuri’s comment out of her mind.
The triple-X pornos that played on the sixty-inch, high-definition projection screen illuminated the otherwise dark media room they were fucking in. For once, it was just the two of them. Drae was excited because she missed being exclusively with her husband. However, Hassan prayed he could get his nut off before the party. He knew achieving this nut would be extremely difficult because there was no one else in the room he could watch fuck and fondle Drae. After all, that was what he loved most about sex; more than the smell or the taste, was the look of somebody else’s dick being smothered by vanilla cream.
Drae winced, even though she loved to feel the pain as she held her titties together and Hassan dripped wax on them; it sent unexplainable chills through her body and made her cunt stretch toward its pinnacle. She started to pant and hoped Hassan caught the hint: She needed his dick to start hittin’ it. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked her in her pussy.
She let her titties go and opened her legs wide. Pinching her clit she said, “You’re welcome to get up in this.”
“After I put the dildo in.” Hassan took Drae’s finger off her clit and sucked it. Then he placed the candle down, grabbed the butterfly dildo from the end table and slowly pushed it into Drae’s pussy. He loved the gasping sound she made every time a dildo or a dick opened her up. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Now let me watch it.” Hassan watched Drae fuck herself with the dildo while he continued to drip hot wax all over her. The mixture of pain and pleasure drove her insane and, although the feeling was better than she imagined, she still wanted to feel her husband’s dick. As she went to inquire about his plans to officially fuck her, he blew out the candle.
Hassan walked over and stood behind Drae’s head, which lay on the arm of the onyx lambskin sectional. He opened his legs, slid his hard dick into her mouth, and fixed his eyes on the porno, which had gone from two heterosexual couples to three gay men.
She couldn’t believe it; and it wasn’t the homosexual porno that bothered her as much as Hassan preferring brain over fucking her in her pussy. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d unloaded inside her. Last she remembered he’d tossed her salad and shot off in her ass.
Suddenly Drae wanted Hassan’s sweaty balls out of her mouth. She took her tongue and pushed his dick on the side of her teeth, hoping a good jawbreaker would get him to hurry and cum.
Hassan moaned as he continued to watch the porno, where the male couples lay circular on the floor and began to suck one another’s dicks. As the porno seemed to get even more intense, Hassan grabbed Drae’s titties and shot off down her throat.
Drae started to gag as most of his cum slid out the sides of her mouth.
“Damn, baby,” Hassan snickered. “You can’t handle that?” He helped her to sit up and looked at the clock located in the corner of the projection screen; it was six-thirty P.M. “We gotta get ready for my party.” He flicked the porno off. “Honey, did you get my black dress pants out the cleaners?”
“And what goddamn soap opera do you think this is?
All My Pornos
? Niggah, please.”
“Oh, you too good to pick up a pair of pants for me?”
Drae laughed. “Spare me.”
“That’s what I’m talking about, Drae. You can’t never do shit for me! Think ’cause you teachin’ them special-ed kids that you can talk to me crazy.”
“I don’t teach special ed, you crack fiend! I’m a high-school guidance counselor.”
“Whew weee!” He flung his wrist. “I’m impressed. Guidance counselor, special-ed teacher, who gives a fuck? You just better be about them auditions.”
“Whatever,” she said as she walked out of the room.
“Check it.” He followed
The triple-X pornos that played on the sixty-inch, high-definition projection screen illuminated the otherwise dark media room they were fucking in. For once, it was just the two of them. Drae was excited because she missed being exclusively with her husband. However, Hassan prayed he could get his nut off before the party. He knew achieving this nut would be extremely difficult because there was no one else in the room he could watch fuck and fondle Drae. After all, that was what he loved most about sex; more than the smell or the taste, was the look of somebody else’s dick being smothered by vanilla cream.
Drae winced, even though she loved to feel the pain as she held her titties together and Hassan dripped wax on them; it sent unexplainable chills through her body and made her cunt stretch toward its pinnacle. She started to pant and hoped Hassan caught the hint: She needed his dick to start hittin’ it. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked her in her pussy.
She let her titties go and opened her legs wide. Pinching her clit she said, “You’re welcome to get up in this.”
“After I put the dildo in.” Hassan took Drae’s finger off her clit and sucked it. Then he placed the candle down, grabbed the butterfly dildo from the end table and slowly pushed it into Drae’s pussy. He loved the gasping sound she made every time a dildo or a dick opened her up. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Now let me watch it.” Hassan watched Drae fuck herself with the dildo while he continued to drip hot wax all over her. The mixture of pain and pleasure drove her insane and, although the feeling was better than she imagined, she still wanted to feel her husband’s dick. As she went to inquire about his plans to officially fuck her, he blew out the candle.
Hassan walked over and stood behind Drae’s head, which lay on the arm of the onyx lambskin sectional. He opened his legs, slid his hard dick into her mouth, and fixed his eyes on the porno, which had gone from two heterosexual couples to three gay men.
She couldn’t believe it; and it wasn’t the homosexual porno that bothered her as much as Hassan preferring brain over fucking her in her pussy. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d unloaded inside her. Last she remembered he’d tossed her salad and shot off in her ass.
Suddenly Drae wanted Hassan’s sweaty balls out of her mouth. She took her tongue and pushed his dick on the side of her teeth, hoping a good jawbreaker would get him to hurry and cum.
Hassan moaned as he continued to watch the porno, where the male couples lay circular on the floor and began to suck one another’s dicks. As the porno seemed to get even more intense, Hassan grabbed Drae’s titties and shot off down her throat.
Drae started to gag as most of his cum slid out the sides of her mouth.
“Damn, baby,” Hassan snickered. “You can’t handle that?” He helped her to sit up and looked at the clock located in the corner of the projection screen; it was six-thirty P.M. “We gotta get ready for my party.” He flicked the porno off. “Honey, did you get my black dress pants out the cleaners?”
“And what goddamn soap opera do you think this is?
All My Pornos
? Niggah, please.”
“Oh, you too good to pick up a pair of pants for me?”
Drae laughed. “Spare me.”
“That’s what I’m talking about, Drae. You can’t never do shit for me! Think ’cause you teachin’ them special-ed kids that you can talk to me crazy.”
“I don’t teach special ed, you crack fiend! I’m a high-school guidance counselor.”
“Whew weee!” He flung his wrist. “I’m impressed. Guidance counselor, special-ed teacher, who gives a fuck? You just better be about them auditions.”
“Whatever,” she said as she walked out of the room.
“Check it.” He followed
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