White Wife Craves Black c**k (Part Two)
He moved to the other breast, his hand slipping under her skirt again, finding her cúnt slick and ready. “Still soaked,” he muttered against her skin. “This pússy’s starving for cóck.”
“It’s starving for your c**k,” she panted, fingers fumbling with his belt. “Let me feel it. I want to see what I’ve been fantasizing about.”
David’s hands flew to his waistband. He stepped back just enough to kick off his shoes and shove his trousers down. Hallie’s eyes dropped when she saw him. His black c**k was thick, hard, and already dripping at the tip, her breath caught in her throat.
“Holy s**t…” she whispered, eyes wide, licking her lips. “You’ve been hiding that this whole time? This is the most beautiful black c**k I've ever seen”
His lips curved into a
