Tanya Fox thinking about Aaron

Tanya Fox sat in her living room, her legs draped over the armrest of the leather chair, barely able to move. Her body was still recovering from the day before. His cum wasn't even there anymore yet it felt like a weight she could hardly carry. Her eyes drifted lazily around the room, but no matter how hard she tried to think about anything else, her mind kept circling back to one thing. Or rather, one man. Aaron.

That white boy had ROCKED her world. Tanya couldn't help but gush to herself at the thought. She had always heard whispers, assumptions, and expectations about what black men brought to the table and what white men didn’t. But Aaron? Aaron had turned every stereotype on its head, leaving her womb full and her holes completely wrecked. She’d never admit it out loud—she wasn’t that kind of woman—but inside, she knew the truth. Aaron was the best she'd ever had, and no one, not even her husband, could hold a candle to him.

Her legs were still trembling slightly, her body weak and jelly-like. 'Good Lord,' she thought, biting her lip. 'That Aaron seriously knew how to fuck.'

She ran her fingers absentmindedly over her thighs, recalling the feel of his hands, his cock kissing her womb. She’d never been so thoroughly… satisfied. Her husband, Lucius, sure, he was a smart man, a good man, but the bedroom? Let’s just say he wasn’t exactly the type to make her see stars. Aaron, though? Aaron had made her feel things she didn’t even know were possible. His hands on her hips, his calm expression with a hint of a smile and those casual thrusts. Those casual, calm and cool thrusts that destroyed her pussy forever—he’d worked her over like she was both a common whore and a girlfriend.

The wife of the richest man in Gotham had been treated like that. Like some random enjoyable fuck.

Her mind flashed back to their time together. The way he had moved inside her, the way her pussy responded to him—*like fire*. And that size… God. She almost chuckled at the thought. Thirteen inches. The absurdity of it made her shake her head. How was that even possible? Lucius… well, he was fine, but Aaron? He was massive.

A marriage with a small dick really wasn't as great as people chalked it to be.

She let out a soft laugh, thinking about the gap between them, between her husband and this white boy who’d completely ruined her for anyone else. Her legs had been jello for over a day now, her body aching in the best way possible. Lucius had never made her feel like this—*ever*. No one had. Not even close.

Tanya shifted in her seat, her body still sensitive, still warm from the night before. The guilt was there, sure. But it was mixed with something else, something much stronger—a sense of satisfaction she hadn’t felt in years. Lucius had his affair, and while she had forgiven him, she had never forgotten. Maybe this was karma. Maybe this was her way of evening the scales.

But deep down, she knew the truth. It wasn’t just about getting back at Lucius. It was about the way Aaron made her feel. The way he had fucked her, completely, without hesitation, like he knew exactly what she needed. And the fact that he was white? Well, that just made it all the more delicious. It was a twist she hadn’t expected, but damn, was it a good one.

She tried to stand, but her legs gave out under her, and she collapsed, stumbling straight into...

"Oh!"

...Lucius’s arms. When did her husband come here?

“Tanya!” Lucius exclaimed, catching her before she could hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her waist, concern etched on his face. “Are you alright? What happened?”

Tanya blinked, steadying herself as best she could. Her heart raced for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, slipping back into the confident, cool-headed persona she always carried with her. “I tripped,” she said simply, brushing it off like it was nothing. Her tone was matter-of-fact, her expression unbothered, though inside, she could still feel the lingering aftershocks of last night’s pleasure. She almost wanted to laugh at how much she had been shaken up.

Lucius eyed her with suspicion but said nothing more. His hands lingered on her hips for a moment longer than necessary, and Tanya could feel his eyes roaming over her body, particularly the sway of her hips as she turned to leave the room. He might have been a genius in the lab, but in moments like this? He was clueless.

'One guy pounded your wife for two hours and you don't even know it. She couldn't stop cumming in his huge cock either.'

As she made her way toward the stairs, her hips swaying naturally with each step, she could feel his gaze burning into her back. She smirked to herself, knowing full well that Lucius was watching her, but in her mind, she wasn’t thinking about her husband at all. No, her thoughts were back on Aaron—his body, his size, his touch.

Locking the door behind her as she entered the bedroom, she leaned against it for a moment, letting out a soft sigh. Her legs were still trembling, still weak from the night before. The way he had taken her—there was no other word for it. Aaron had *conquered* her, in every sense of the word. And she loved it.

From her phone, she went imcognito and searched BWCs.

Small. All of them.

Compared to Aaron, whether it was BBC or BWC, he was the biggest. No doubt about it.

It was ridiculous, really. This white boy had come into her life out of nowhere, flipped every expectation she had on its head, and now? Now she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. But there was no denying it—Aaron was *incredible*. And for the first time in years, Tanya closed her phone, smiled, and felt like she had truly been satisfied.