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groaned, her neck rapidly gliding back and forth. Her mouth moving with a ravening hunger.
Ooh, scandalous.
Get your swirl on, my love.
Nairobia grinned.
The rumors had been true all along.
Maya Ellerson loved waving her freak flag.
Mr. Italian Sausage removed his hand from his dick and placed both of his hands on the Basketball wife’s ass, pulling her open, his tongue skimming over her enflamed pussy. She bucked, moaning in ecstasy.
“Yes, my slutty, little darling,” Nairobia whispered as she passed by, “let them bring you to sweet orgasm, then fuck you to no end.”
She looked over to the right of her and licked her lips at the sight of a busty redhead—blindfolded and gagged, on her knees, her shiny pink cunt being savagely fucked to shreds by a thick-dicked, tatted Mandingo with braids. He wrapped a hand in her hair and snatched her head back, slamming in and out of her, her groans of pleasure muffled by the gag in her drooling mouth. He slapped her ass until it stung and bruised, leaving his hand print in her reddened flesh.
“Fucking, white cunt bitch!” he spewed, rapidly thrusting in and out of her, stretching her tight slit beyond her imagination. Her lover promised to beat her pussy down to the seams, to fuck her until she passed out. “You like big, black dick, huh, cheating-ass whore?! You like your pussy-ass husband watching you get your guts fucked in with all this black dick?”
Tears sprang from her eyes as she nodded her head, and grunted. Her bleary-eyed gaze stayed locked on her dark-haired banker husband of fifteen years, watching her, lovingly, as he stroked his long, thin cock. He wasn’t particularly handsome, but there was something rough and wild about his look that made him primitive. His brown eyes widened in delight as his wife’s tatted lover pulled out of her, his cock wet from her sticky orgasm and his.
Mr. Banker was on the verge of begging the tatted sex beast to feed him his wife’s juices from his veined shaft. He wasn’t a cocksucker—per se, but he’d do anything to see the look of pleasure in his wife’s loving eyes, even if it meant being choked by a big, black dick; his nose savagely pressed deeply into the jungle bush of hair that sprouted out from her lover’s groin. As long as it pleased his wife, he was delighted.
It turned him on. Seeing his wife completely satisfied.
He groaned his approval when his wife’s next lover, a light-skinned Hispanic with lots of cock and foreskin, stepped behind her and pulled open her cheeks. Her asshole puckering in anticipation as he slowly penetrated her vagina, then grabbed her ass in the palms of his hands, rotating it while he thrust his dick deeper inside her warm pussy.
Her Latino lover tossed his head back, grabbed both her shoulders, then rapidly pounded her body, pulverizing her swelling cunt.
Nairobia swallowed back a mouthful of moistened lust as she watched the redheaded vixen take on one lover after another, each man emptying his loins in her, coating her walls with his creamy load. Nairobia grew wetter, her lips swelling between her thighs. She wanted to spread her legs, to open herself to the beautiful men and women around her.
Her pussy ached.
She bit her lip.
“Panther” by Made In Heights oozed from the speakers as the redhead’s husband groaned long and low. “Uhn! Uhhhhhn!” His cock became surprisingly longer, and almost reminded Nairobia of a long twig. She grimaced, almost feeling bad for him and his skinny pecker. She couldn’t fathom ever having a broomstick poking in and out of her kut, no matter how much wealth and power were attached to its owner.
Nairobia skimmed her eyes over Mr. Banker’s lean, perfectly tanned body before looking back over at his wife, who was in the throes of heated euphoria. Her pleading eyes begged for more. She whimpered and groaned over the leather ball trapped in her mouth, flicking her long hair from side to side. Her whole body thrashed anew every time another hunk pulled out of her body, then another one slammed himself inside her, filling her with the length and width of his cock, fucking into her soul.
There were eight more muscle-bodied men still standing in line, stroking their cocks and waiting their turn for a piece of her tight, white pussy.
“Oh, God, yes!” her husband cried out over Marsha Ambrosius’ “69.” “Fuck my wife, you big-dicked bull! Fuck her! Oh, God, yes! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Aaah, yessss! Fuuuuuuck!”
Nairobia’s insides quivered. She couldn’t deny the prickles of heat building between her thighs, or the way her now erect nipples brushed teasingly against the flimsy material of her halter. There were so many married couples who had cuckold fantasies; men who desired seeing—or were forced to watch—their wives being stuffed with the dick of another, more well-endowed man; men who couldn’t satisfy their women sexually, so their wives sexual pleasures from another man vicariously became theirs.
Cuckolds were usually submissive men, who either suffered from premature ejaculation or had painfully small cocks, and enjoyed being sexually humiliated.
Oh, how sinfully delicious it was for a woman to deny her husband her pussy, his only access being to clean up the ejaculate of the lover(s) she’d chosen to fuck in front of him.
Such was the case for Mr. Twiggy Dick who grunted and groaned and exploded his thick load in less than twenty hand strokes the minute his wife hobbled over to him on shaky legs, and lowered her swollen cunt over his face, her slit oozing load after load of creamy milk.
Nairobia watched, a mixture of disgust and fascination pooling in her eyes, as he extended his tongue and took his wife’s offering, licking and gobbling her cunt into his wet, greedy mouth.
Watching the vile, yet erotic vision, made Nairobia’s clit throb. She lived for these salacious moments, reveling in the forbidden thrills of others. She cupped her mound as Twiggy Dick slipped a finger in his wife’s ass while drinking in her pussy as if it were a vanilla shake. Nairobia’s gaze took in the erotic sight and a rush of liquid warmth flooded her loins as she massaged and kneaded, running her fingers in little circles over her clit. She caressed the slick and swollen folds of her pussy, before slipping a finger inside. Her overheated lips sucked in her finger. She worked her finger in and out of her slick opening, teasing it, toying with the beginning of an orgasm of her own. She used her thumb to flick over her clit.
Nairobia bit back a moan as an exquisite rush of heat roiled over her flesh. She looked across the other side of the room as The Weeknd’s version of “Drunk In Love” played. She felt her hips slowly rolling. She needed, wanted more. She thrust two fingers deep inside her, but it still wasn’t enough. She wedged a third finger in, pumping hard and fast. She felt sets of smoldering eyes on her and her husky groans turned sharp with desire.
She felt the need to be slutty, to get filthy with it.
