Tara Lynn Foxx

My boyfriend's limp dick has me losing my mind. Viagra, lingerie, even black-on-white gangbang clips playing on mute while he lay beside me—nothing gets him hard anymore. So I started sneaking out for real black dick, the kind that stretches and throbs and leaves me shaking. Last week I locked his useless prick in a steel cage and hauled him to a shrink. Dr. Napier didn’t waste time. He pulled out a long, veined slab of meat, laid it across my tongue, and watched me choke on it until spit ran down my chin. When he finally sank into me, I spread wide, feeling every inch pry me open while my boyfriend watched from the chair, cage glinting under the fluorescent light. Napier pumped until his load painted my tits and belly. Then he pointed at the kneeling cuck. My boyfriend licked every drop, paid the bill, and thanked the doctor on our way out.