Confront guy

I decided to confront the guy. I waited in the living room. Finally he came downstairs. In just a pair of shorts. Shirt in hand.

I bluntly started out the conversation the second he saw me, “Hey, I need to ask you something about my daughter.”

He just smiled and looked me up and down in my red latex dress. “Ahhh, information, that’ll cost you.”

“Okay, what?” I questioned. My pussy tingled from excitement.

He boldly stepped out of his shorts and covered the distance between us two. Gripping my shoulders, he guided me to my knees.

My first black cock. I was fucking excited.

“I think you know.” He growled. Looking down at me.

I felt so petite looking up at this bull. I knew what his cock could do.

I didn't even bother to hide my excitement as I began to stroke him. As I began to suck his dick. I already cheated on my husband this day with two men. It would be racist not to fuck a black man as well…

He grabbed my straps and pulled me top down. Freeing my tits. Then he proceeded to sit on the couch and made himself comfortable. I continued to stroke and suck him.

He commented, “Nice wedding ring, slut. Does your husband know his wife is a whore?”

I let out a “ummm hmmphhh” between bobbles, which meant yes. His cock was so big I could stroke and suck him at once. He grabbed the back of my head. I was not sure who was enjoying this more. Him or me…

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I looked up at him and asked, “Can we move this to the bedroom? I don’t want to get caught.”