....to late to pull out...why should he?

My wife was in spastic ecstacy as her body was creaming out of control. He couldn't believe it as he looked down and seen his gigantic black cock as big and hard as he has ever seen. It was so sticky with my wifes juices dripping from it.

She begged him for it as he raised her to all fours and mounted her from behind. She arched her back and moaned as he easily landed his huge black cock into her swollen drenched cunt.

He loved how her tight little white body looked as he hammered away with his black heat. My wife buried her face into the cushions to muffle her constant moans as Asamoa sawed her in half.

My wifes body shuddered with each jerk of his cock. Her hips would buck each time his cock moved. She moaned and gasped“This is a one time thing. Do you understand? Never again.”

“Once I start really fucking you, your gonna want this cock in you every fucking night.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

He couldn't take it anymore as my wife's sweet pusy was the best he has ever had. With a mighty thrust, he landed all he had inside of her, crushing her poor pusy up to the weakening cervix.. His muscular black body tensed as his testicle exploded.

As my wife, barely able to speak, cried out “ Zieh ihn heraus”, Schnell, zieh ihn heraus”!"pull out!"”Fast, Pull out”, Asamoa raised up to meet her sweet lips as his actions allowed him to press his best asset even harder against and into her.

She no doubt was fully aware of it as he felt another moan escape her lips and her opening her eyes wide as he took her lips against his, shooting load after load of his thick warm cum into her quivering body

He pulled her against him as hard as he could as his tremendous black cock emptied inside of her yearning pussy.

His sperm devoured her egg as they both collapsed physically, emotionally and sexually drained. His huge cock was still at home in her obliviated pussy as their bodies meshed into one.

With his black seed planted deep within my wife's womb Asamoa pulled out of her. His thirteen inches of swinging **** glistened as he lived out his fantasy.

My wife was sweating and her cunt was dripping, she was still in a postorgiastic daze, as he helped her back into her clothes...........

I woke up the next morning with my wife next to me. I knew she had been drinking but I have never seen anybody have such a hard time recovering from a hang over. She could barely walk!

We left early that sunday and went home. It took her a few days to recover but things went seemingly back to normal.