Carla Cox

Czech girls don’t need the word cuckold to know a man who gets off watching his woman take bigger, blacker dick. I’m small, blonde, inked up, and I’ve been worshipping black meat since I learned how good it feels. Shane Diesel put the fear of god in my old man—made him kneel in my leopard bikini while that fire-hose hung between his legs. He kissed me once, tasting the salt already on my lips, then got behind me and peeled my pink pussy open so that monster could slam home. My throat stretched around the head first; the rest followed like it belonged there. My husband’s tongue flicked out between strokes, catching whatever leaked down, hungry for every thick rope that spilled. When it was over he looked almost sweet in the tiny swimsuit, face shiny, mouth still working for one last drop.