Meaty

Douglas's favorite part of Valentina was her large, brown ass. Age and children had made it grow more and more, till it ate any pair of panties placed it into, and got the attention of every man that laid eyes on it.

It wasn't strictly Douglas's, and he'd accepted his fate as a cuckold. His children with Valentina were all Blatino, and everyone barely had the courtesy of acknowledging his purported parentage.

But God, that ass. Especially now, just after working out, just after the rigorous routine of squats she put herself through. It was delectable, a tight brown ring buried within, kept clean with religious attention by Valentina.

"That's it, cucky, it's clean today," Valentina purred. Douglas nodded, never knowing when or where she fucked D-Train. Sometimes it was at the house, sometimes at a motel, sometimes elsewhere. But she always gave him fair warning when he had to clean, and when he had a tight, clean hole to worship.

His tongue trailed up and down her thick asscheeks, his entire face captured between the cheeks. She flexed for effect, the tight ring squeezing down as his tongue laved the wrinkled ridges of her tightest hole. Eventually he felt her hand slide down between her legs, playing insistently with her pierced clit, manipulating it to a pair of orgasms. But even when she was sated, she didn't leave him up, just enjoying his tongue while she texted D-Train.