The Voyeur and the Exhibitionist

Aaron was in Valentina's darkened closet, a pair of used panties in his hands that he'd dug out of her hamper, breathing deep. The bedroom beyond was dark, but he could hear his Goddess and the man she was entertaining -- laughing, kissing, enjoying each other. And here he was in her closet, stroking his small four inch white penis.

The light went on in the bedroom and Aaron froze, staying perfectly still and silent. He peeked through the slats of the closet, seeing a tall Black man lay down on the bed, and seeing his Goddess rubbing the man's chest, and undoing his pants.

Aaron watched, mouth agape, seeing how long and fat and perfect the Black cock was. How Valentina carressed it. How she gave him head. He watched, agog, as her mouth descended below his heavy balls to rim his ass.

It wasn't a good view, and Aaron wanted to moan out in frustration, but he knew he couldn't. But finally, he got the view of his dreams, watching Valentina's large, wobbly ass start to mount her man, her slick cunt start to bounce up and down on him, causing Aaron to cum almost instantly into her panties.

She rode the bull for an hour straight, while Aaron jerked off three more times, and her paramour finally came once, deep into her pussy. Aaron listened to them, fixated on their easy talk, finally understanding that the bull in question had fathered Valentina's Blatina daughter.

And after he left the next morning, Valentina entered the closet to find her sweet slaveboy, his belly coked in his weak cum, and kissed him on the lips, a potent mixture of her own juices, cock, balls and ass.

"I see you liked watching me and D-Train," she said with a sly grin.