1. What the Hell Am I Doing? - Chapter 2


    Date: 11/24/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Taboo, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    with its slit as my eyes were drawn to it. The feeling it on my skin, warm and pulsing, almost like an alien tentacle, was also something I relished. I had surrendered control, given everything to Ben, my passion, my lust, and soon to be, my body. My heart was hammering and my chest was heaving, my large and deep breathing made my breasts sway gently as my eyes looked up from that delicious woman-pleaser. Eyes looking deeply into his, he didn’t really smile much, other than perhaps that small grin of a man knowing he is going to mate, until he broke my gaze and looked down, his body tilting up on his heels, hands reaching for that thick tool. I let out a gasp as I first felt him, using his cock along my folds, my lubrication already evident as I had been thinking of this moment for what seemed like hours. He used that probe on me for almost a minute, if not more, my hips starting to rock on their own, my body desperate to feel him in me, and I moaned. “Please…” That made him smile, a toothy grin that showed a large gap between his upper front teeth, and a gold cap on an incisor. Applying more pressure, and aiming himself, he found my tunnel, and he began to push, building in f***e until my vagina yielded to him, and he first began to enter me. “Here it comes, slut.” was all he would say. My eyes rolled back into my head, and my head fell back to the bed, my back arching to help allow him entry, as well as release some of the sudden tension in my body, muscles flexing ...
    tightly. My hands suddenly clenched, knuckles white as I felt more of him enter me, and the loud guttural whine from my voice began. It was the start of my vocal litany during sex. A loud whine as I was entered, and a soft gasp as I was vacated, the frequency increasing as the man’s thrusting pace quickened, until there was nothing but a loud scream in my climax. It didn’t matter who I was with, from my first lover to Ben, all men including my husband made me do this. This night would be no different. He took his own sweet time to fully enter me, and it gave me time to collect my wits and glance down and see the great contrast between our skins. My Brazilian strip of fur being the only bridge between my bikini-tanned whiteness, and his coal black darkness. My mind luxuriated in the feelings, the sight, and the conflicted emotions. What I was doing was wrong, I knew that. I was disobeying my marital vows, I was dishonoring my husband, and I was having what was, in my f****y anyways, taboo sex. My thoughts ended in the last thought of my cycle, and the lack of sexual safety. I was unprotected, and he was bareback in me. I figured I was safe for this trip, having recently ended my period, but one was never absolutely certain, and that added to the sexual tension, the thrill. Yes, I could wind up pregnant, the bearer of a black man’s c***d. I looked up in time to feel him lay down on me, his knees cradling my body between his, and his elbows collecting my shoulders from underneath. His ...
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