I was only with Russell because this was where my husband wanted me to be. He knew I couldn’t resist this handsome black man with his magnificent equipment. Hunter had watched us the night I’d told Russell he owned my p***y.
Russell moved behind the large camera. “Show me your t**s,” he ordered. I changed my position so I could hold my breasts out to the camera, and Russell. I licked a finger and stroked a n****e as the camera clicked. I even lifted a breast to my mouth and suckled myself, an act I’d never done in front of a man. My breasts felt unusually tingly, swollen, and sensitive.
I was panting as I watched Russell’s c**k throbbing in front of me. It was as though I could feel him inside me.
“Spreadeagle,” he ordered. I laid on my back and spread my legs as high and far apart as t
