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How I became a black cock slut

Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Interracial Sex, Author: Roxyblack, Rating: 94, Source: xHamster

then, controlling my cough, let is stream powerfully out of my pursed lips. Then I felt my cell phone ring. I answered it somewhat awkwardly, not being practiced in holding a cigarette and doing anything else at the same time. It was my husband. “God-damn Trace, you look sooooo damn hot!” he spoke heavily into the phone (or something to this effect, I don’t remember exactly – as will be the case with all conversations I’ll quote here). I thrust my already huge tits even further forward and looked around. I saw him sitting in his car a few spots back off in front of me. I smiled at him, and took another long pull off my cigarette. Suddenly, I felt my body and mind kind of tingling. This must be the nicotine rush I was told to expect. What I wasn’t told was that it would also tingle between my legs! I just couldn’t control myself any longer. I smiled and waved at him, got up and started walking straight over to his car. This is not what we had planned. On the way I spit out my gum and stared into his eyes as I took another, even bigger drag off my cigarette. I wanted to taste the nasty taste in my mouth. I wanted to feel naughty. I opened the door and sat beside my shocked husband. I took another nasty pull on my smoke and exhaled inside the car on purpose. It just seemed what a nasty girl would do. He started to speak and then stammered as I put the cigarette in my mouth and reached over and unzipped his fly. “What? Trace?” he protested. I reached in his boxers and found him ... already hard. I pulled out his big thick 7 inch cock and started giving him head. Right there in the car. I knew people’s gaze had followed me to the car. That people were watching – or trying not to watch – right now just made me hornier. Though I hadn’t done it since the first years of my marriage, I deep throated him and finished without using my hands. I paused a couple of times only to take drags off my quickly diminishing cigarette. Every time I did I looked out at the crowd smoking on the wall. Every time, I saw heads quickly turn away. I knew that they would be able to see my head bobbing down on this man’s lap. This made me even hotter. The free hand not holding my smoke moved furiously between my legs as I bobbed with an increasing speed that matched the insistent increase of the jiggling fingers between my legs. I knew that Glen knew when I started to cum, and I felt his long thick cock (as I thought of it then) start its pre-orgasmic jerks as I started moaning as an orgasm shot through me. I was midway through when I felt him gush straight down my throat as I held him balls. I swallowed (I always swallow), lifted my head up slowly and took the last pull of the end of my smoke. I put it out in the car ashtray (which had never been used before). Then I got out of the car and went around to his window as a sudden naughty inspiration struck me. “Give me $20” I said. “What?” he countered. “For the blow job”, I said. He looked beyond me at our spectators. “Oh…” he said ...