A change of heart

Nisha pushed her breasts firmly up against Joe. "Show me more of that dirty white little whore who has my boyfriend so fucking hard." She reached down his trousers with her free hand and grabbed his manhood . Joe hurriedly brought up the requested pictures on his phone and scrolled through them slowly as his girlfriend watched closely, moaning gently to herself whilst rhythmically stroking his sizable shaft.

Nisha began to speak in hushed breathy tones, "You think she's tight, baby? Do you her little pussy can take care of a long strong dick like yours?"

The stroking got faster and more purposeful Joe didn't have time to make sense of what was being said as his focus centered around not blowing his load too early and enjoying this somewhat rare sexual encounter with his girlfriend.

Nisha suddenly dropped to her knees and unzipped Joe's jeans - the onyx stone remained in her free hand all the while.

"Fuck my throat, Joe." The instruction from Nisha was clear and direct. She went on, "Skull fuck me the way you would fuck a worthless prostitute... or better still, skull fuck me like that skinny white bitch Zoe."

With that comment, Joe's shaft immediately reached maximum hardness. He grabbed Nisha's head and rammed himself back and forth like a power-drill, taking no mercy on his girlfriend as she gagged, choked and struggled but never resisted or pushed away.

Finally, with a flourish, he pulled her head in tight - his cock was completely submerged inside her throat cutting off the supply of oxygen by the time it began to twitch, depositing load-after-load of heavy sticky semen straight down Nisha's pipes.

Moments passed with the brown girl's head vacuum sealed in place before Joe pushed her away. She fell backward onto the floor with a thud, gasping for air in visible pain and pleasure. She did not immediately get up or open her eyes. In fact, when prompted and shaken firmly by Joe, she didn't respond or even acknowledge him - she instead seemed to have fallen in to a state of **** bliss, slipping a hand down her own jeans and murmuring with pleasure on the floor living room floor - her back arched as she got deeper into the act.

At this point, Joe noticed the onyx stone had fallen to the floor - it must have dropped with the impact when Nisha fell. Happy in his post-nut mindset, he pulled up his jeans, picked up the stone and sat first row on the sofa filming Nisha as she fingered and fisted herself reaching wet climax after wet climax.