From behind, facing the door

Rashida grinned. "I want to see my husband's face when he walks in the door and sees you giving it to me from behind till my titties swing," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," Hank said. "Rubber?"

"Please," Rashida said. "Use mine." She snapped open her designer pocketbook and looked at the date on the little square packet. "Still good!" She tore it open at the corner and handed it to Hank. "You like girls with glasses?"

"Very much," Hank said. "And my son seems to agree. Gary's dating a girl with a big booty and big glasses. Probably over at her place giving it to her right now."

Rashida laughed. "Good on him," she said. She pulled back the covers and poised herself on all fours facing the bedroom door.

Hank knelt behind Rashida's backside and caressed her smooth brown globes. "So soft," he said. The scent of her wetness tickled his nose. Her pussy lips were deep brown and thick. Parting them with his thumbs, they were bright, light pink inside. His cock swelled at the prospect of being inside her, remembering the first Black woman he had been with, his landlady in college. Mrs. Wells had been special, so sweet and kind, lonely for the husband she had lost so soon.

"I work at it!" she said. "Now, don't fuck my glasses off, Hank, I want to see the look on Jordan's face."

Hank pulled his hands back and suited up, pulling back his foreskin and working the rubber with some difficulty over his broad cock head. He added lube from a pump on the bedside table and pointed to his lovely, wet pink target. "May I come in, Rashida?"

"Please, Mr. Menard," Rashida said. "Oh FUCK you're big."

"For a white guy?" Hank joked.

"Don't give me that!" Rashida said. "Oh, yes, that feels good now. Now take it slow."

When Jordan and Veevee stepped up to the bedroom door, they saw Rashida on the bed facing them, her eyes wide open behind her glasses, taking long, slow strokes from Hank from behind, her full breasts swinging with the rhythm.

"Oh HI!" Rashida said. "Come on IN!"

Veevee laughed. "Guess we didn't surprise anyone," she said. "Aw, poop."

Veevee stood with Rashida's husband in the door, just watching for a minute. Veevee took in Rashida's loud, open-mouthed moans and wide eyes.

"My man kinda big for you, Rashida?" Veevee asked.

"FUCK, yeah," Rashida said. "But GOOD." She looked up at Jordan. "Hey babe, what d'you think?"