Laying His Claim

Elizabeth picked her bridal lingerie. Not the ones she'd picked for her first and second marriages to Douglas. The one she'd picked for Jamaal. Purple. Regal. Something atypical for her, but something that drove Jamaal wild. She hoped it did the same for Nsaku.

He entered the room, taking her breath away. He was tall and strong, wearing only silk boxers, an outline of his cock clearly showing. She swallowed hard as he stalked over towards her, a predator towards its prey.

He consumed her, his strong hands and mouth all over her flesh, her heavy breasts, her thighs, her unshaven sex. She clung to him weakly, tugging his boxers down, revealing a footlong fuckstalk that was purest Africa.

"Oh, Nsaku," she purred. She loved even saying his name.

The months of temptation and desire consummated themselves quickly, and the muscular African was soon draped over his white prize, fucking her with hard, wanton strokes. Her unshaven sex clung to him tightly, the years of inadequate sex making her perfectly tight for his hung mass. He drilled her, his heavy balls popping her asshole loudly.

"Please," she said, "Please, I want this so badly."

He fucked her vigorously, his Black skin gleaming with sweat as he bellowed, cumming inside the unprotected wife. Outside, Douglas vigorously jerked off in the hallway, cumming on the wall, having fulfilled his cuckold destiny once more.