I'm 24 married for three years . Two kids. House payment. Two and half years Tom has been jobless . There's plenty of work out there for him , he's just a

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I’m 24 married for three years . Two kids. House payment. Two and half years Tom has been jobless . There’s plenty of work out there for him , he’s just a lazy f***. Three weeks ago standing in the grocery store line . Guess who didn’t have enough money . Standing next to me a retired guy . Ended up paying the whole grocery bill then telling me to save the other money for something else. I smiled and said thank you . On the way out he passed me once more walking to his car . I put my grocery’s in my car . Saying thanks wasn’t enough . I caught up him and said you have a few minutes and he replied sure . He invited me to sit in the passenger side seat . Told him how nice he was and I was so grateful . Here I go , told him to push his seat back all and lean back . I leaned over unbuttoned his jeans , gently pulling his underware down and exposing his d*** . I then started stroking his c*** , he got hard . I looked at him and said are your ready ? He replied oh yes. I leaned down and took his d*** in my mouth and started sucking away . His breathing gotten faster he started moaning . Then bam my mouth was filled with his c** . I swallowed . Amazing part that he didn’t hold my head in place . Then finishing him I licked his d*** clean . Then I was amazed again he told me to kiss him . That was a first for any guy including Tom. Before I left he asked for my phone number now I’m feeling guilty because I gave it to him . I wanna f*** this guy so bad even if he’s old enough to be my grandfather .

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My husband always watches p*** and said he fantasized about me being with a b******** man. On vacation in a bar , I noticed a muscular young black guy watching me. I’m 28, 120 lbs with perky breasts. I started thinking about the fantasy and was getting a bit aroused. My husband was really drunk and I knew he was ready to call it a night. I told the black guy our room number in the hotel, he said he was on the same floor. I asked him to meet me in the hallway. As soon as we entered the room my husband hit the bed, I knew he was out for the night. I removed my p****** and bra and put on a short skirt, I was really going to do this. He was waiting for me in front of his room and pulled me inside rather quickly. He wasted no time kissing me and pulling off his pants revealing his huge manhood. He layed me on the bed and forced his large p**** into my mouth. I was scared because this was happening too fast. He forced it down my throat and I began to gag. After a few minutes, he pulled up my dress around my stomach and saw my tight little p****. He spread my legs and forced his big d*** into my wet hole . It hurt ,but he buried it deep inside me. I begged him to stop but he kept thrusting me. Soon I started getting used to the size and it started feeling very good. I begged him to f*** me good as I grabbed his balls. He was making me c** so hard. He had his way with me for about an hour and I had never had that many orgasms. He finished in my mouth and I eagerly swallowed every drop. I went back to the room, barely able to walk. My husband was still passed out. I get so h**** now when he fantasizes about a black man using me. He has no idea

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