A Refined Lure

The lures to a life of interracial sex used to be more ... haram. The wives watching Yusuuf fuck Elizabeth ... just purely haram. So the ladies, over the years, had devised a less ... obscene way of proving their point.

Out of all the husband, Julia's husband, Hakeem, was the most traditional beefcake. Tall, muscular and unscarred, Hakeem was the perfect lure into a lifetime of interracial servitude.

The girls were playing in Julia's pool, the final day before classes would begin. And then outstepped Hakeem from the outdoor shower. He strode the dozen steps from the shower to inside, his Black flesh gleaming, his ass tight, his heavy Black cock swaying to and fro. There was a long pause from the pull as the girls processed the ebony god.

"Holy shit," Amy said. "That guy is hung like a fuckin' horse! No wonder she married him!"