A very sloppy cunt.

“Oh God, please,” George begged as he watched Abbey continue to fuck the unknown black cock.

She smiled at him before saying, “I love you.” Which quickly moved to her and the man on the other side of the wall moaning.

“So fucking hot, got, he’s cumming in me. He’s trying to breed your wife,” she squealed.

George bucked his hips into the air feeling like he would cum at any second as Abbey continued to beg for the man’s cum. “Yes! Fill me, knock this white slut up,” she screamed, no longer caring if others would hear.

After several seconds she sighed as her lover pulled out of her and stood. She slowly turned around and pushed her arse out, “I’m so full of cum.”

George wasted no time and stepped up behind her. He grabbed her hips and pushed into her distended cunt in one motion. “Yes!” she moaned, “Fuck that cum deeper into me. Make sure he’s knocked me up,” she begged.

George could feel the hot, slick sensation of her cunt as he fucked up into her. “God, you are so fucking wet.”

Abbey shook her head, “Just full of someone else’s cum.”

George groaned and twitched within her. The sensation of fucking his wife’s cunt full of a stranger sum was too much for him. He leant close to her ear and panted. “You want me to add mine to your pussy?” he asked.

She shook her head, “No, please, pull out and spray your cum on my back, let the black seed do its job,” she begged.

Abbey’s words were all he needed, and he pulled back out of her cunt only to press himself forward against her arse as his cock exploded. Both of them felt his cum streaming out and covering her lower back and his stomach. He felt Abbey shudder in his grip.

After several moments George asked, “Did you cum from me pulling out?”

Abbey nodded tiredly, obviously exhausted, “That you want me to be pregnant with a black stranger’s child is so hot,” she panted. George shuddered, and his cock spewed forth again as Abbey moaned. “I think your wife is going to get black fucked more. Do you mind?”

George shook his head, “No, not at all, as long as I get sloppy seconds.”

Abbey laughed, “Or thirds, or fourths?”

George groaned. “Do you think you are done? Or do you want more?”

“Both,” she confessed, “I think I am too tired tonight, but yes, I want more. If I told Anthony I’m available to fuck would you mind?” She asked, still leaning against the wall.

George turned her around, “As long as you tell me all your adventures, I don’t care what cum is inside you.”

Abbey smiled, “What cum? As opposed to whose cum?” George shuddered. “Oh, so if I was fucked by some rotting trash monster, you would enjoy that?”

George groaned, “Rotting trash monsters don’t exist.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” She knelt in front of him and gently sucked on his dripping cock. “If I was to be fucked by a monster from a dumpster and come home smelling of inhuman cum and refuse.”

George bucked into her face, his cock hardening at the suggestion.

“Well, I guess that answers that. You just want me to be a constantly cum filled slut, and it doesn’t matter what fills me.”

George spurted across her face, a pitiful gout of cum clinging to her lips. Abbey laughed. “I might have to see how I can play with this idea. Anthony is an artist. Maybe he can figure out how to make that fantasy happen, at least in photographs.”