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Click hereThis was a picture of an open book in a black frame of the devil. Unfortunately, this open book was herself, - a respectable wife and mother, the standard of decency and intolerance of debauchery.
But if on the first pages of the book there was a momentary weakness of a woman defeated by arrogance by a stranger on the night terrace of the hotel - then on the second page. On the second page of her fate, a respectable white woman dutifully rested her knees on the sofa in the room of the black beast and with horror realized that she was happy to wait for the moment when a sperm stream hit inside her married pussy. Black palms squeezed white buttocks, the blows of a heavy black cock found her womb, and with each heavy blow, the moment of insemination of a white mare approached.
In shame, but in the chaos of her thoughts, two truths intertwined - first, a sweaty black stallion is raping her like a whore and the second - if he orders her, tomorrow she will dutifully spread her legs and accept his fat cock again
Sitting in the corner I would feel queasy as I feel my body shaking watching and knowing I can’t stop what’s happening to her and that eventually she won’t be able to either. I love how easy she has become a whore for big black dicks.
Knowing she will see him again at work the realization sinks in that she has no control and that there will be many more times feeling the deep fullness he drills into her before sending her home to her husband.
Waiting, hidden in the dark as he unknowingly shows me my wifes acceptance of a Blackmans position over her. Watching him making her cry out as he slaps her before kissing her while sticking his tongue deep in her mouth. Her legs spread wide as he owns her, driving deeper and harder than most white man ever could. The most precious thing she has, what gives her purpose surrendered as reaching up he grips her throat and she explodes.
Head back, baring her throat for him her mouth open wide as her body quivers and shakes while he shoots jet after jet of black seed in her.
Unable to look away and not strong enough to interfere I watch as he climbs from between her legs and smiles as his friend reaches down and fitting his black dick in her slides in as she moans loudly.
But who can blame even a respectable wife and mother for giving in to the Black Beast? And then to want more? That can't be right, can it?