Humiliated by My Wife . . . and her Lover
BASED ON A TRUE STORY: It was approaching noon when D. called to say he was on his way. He’d needed to decompress for several hours due to the lengthy flight getting here from halfway across the world.
BASED ON A TRUE STORY: It was approaching noon when D. called to say he was on his way. He’d needed to decompress for several hours due to the lengthy flight getting here from halfway across the world.
He promised to assist Ron with his studies, and I promised to keep returning to his bedroom to keep fulfilling my promise.
Jenna had dependable items in her handbag: a row of condoms, a dildo . . . Anything to make a black client happy to want to fuck her.
I took the stairs two at a time and climbed into my car. My dick was nudging in my jeans while I switched gears. Amy’s suburban residence was across town from me; I did my best to make it in twenty.
Pamela looked sexy when drunk, and seeing her dance and grind her butt against the black man was even sexier.