She Is a Good Girl

Mrs. Jonssen stopped struggling and relaxed her hands. That allowed my left hand to continue groping her generous mammary, while the fingers of my right were rubbing her quickly moistening pussy under her panties.

“Ok Dwayne, you can do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me.” Barb whispered submissively. I grinned, it was almost too easy. I pulled the zipper on the back of her dress and it fell in her feet leaving her only in her bra and panties. My black hands contrasted so well with her alabaster skin while they stroked it on their way back to her tits. Every touch made her tremble.

“Don’t worry Barb. Since you’re a good girl I’m going to make you feel really good.” I punctuated my words by shoving two fingers in her sopping pussy. “The way only a black cock can make a white cunt feel.” After a few quick strokes I smeared some of the juice under her nose.

“Now let’s take this somewhere more comfortable – to your bedroom.” I pulled Barb after me.

“You can’t screw me in my marital bed!” She tried to protest and dig her heels but I just flung her over my shoulder and climbed the stairs to the second floors.

“Of course I can. I, going to make you cum so hard and so much times that from now on every time you are with your hubby in bed the only thing you would be able to think about will be my black anaconda stretching your tight white pussy beyond your wildest dreams or nightmares.” The master bedroom was easy to find. I threw Mrs. Jonssen on her large marital bed and quickly discarded my clothes. Now I stood naked with Barb laying on her back her legs unconsciously spread and her green eyes unable to look away from my foot long sword.