I love anal fucking. Sadly, my husband has a tiny broke down dick that can’t get hard enough or big enough to give me the hardcore ass fucking I need. So, I went trolling for big black cock. I have never met a black man that turned down a chance to fuck a white woman in the ass with his big fucking dark meat special. I put on something red and slutty and walked down to the YMCA. Tons of hung, buff black men coming and going, so I knew it wouldn’t take long before some black guy came on to me. Hell, before I could even pull out my phone to act like I was lost or something, a guy said I had a hot ass. Even asked me when the last time that ass got tapped. Way too long! An anal whore like me, needs her ass fucked daily.
Germaine lived around the corner. We didn’t exchange pleasantries or even attempt idle chit chat. I wanted my ass pummeled and he wanted to pummel it. As soon as we were in his apartment, he started grabbing my ass cheeks, shaking my ass, motor boating my tits. I have ample T and A! Black guys love that because I can handle their anacondas. He sat on the couch, I jumped on his foot long thick cock. Fucked my snatch first to get me slippery wet. A big cock like his makes my cunt so sloppy wet that my juice sprays my ass, which acts as the best lube for anal fucking.
His cock slid right up my ass too. OMG! It hurt like a mother fucker going in. He pushed and I strained and before long his black cum filled balls were smacking my round ass. My big tits bounced in his face. I bruised his face, he bruised my ass. I moaned so loud I was certain his neighbors could hear. I loved being fucked like that. Just slammed his black beast in and out of my ass without mercy until he unleashed a volcanic load of cum up my ass.
I pulled a butt plug out of my purse, shoved in my ass to save the cum. Thanked Germaine for the ass fucking I needed, then went home to make my husband clean up my dirty fuck holes. Not man enough to fuck my ass? Well, better be prepared to clean it up.
Sheila
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