I used to believe that Aussie blokes were no good, but encountering this American's slothfulness has been quite the eye-opener. My own designated cuckold barely lifts a finger around the house. No matter how much I scold him, he just can't seem to shake off the all-too-common trait among white men: sheer uselessness.
It could be that the revealing outfit I had on was too distracting; showing off my pale legs might have left him flustered. He strikes me as the type who struggles with the simplest of tasks. Amid the humiliation,
Sean Michaels pitched in to taunt my aging cuckold further.
Given my chronic dissatisfaction with vanilla sex encounters, I took full advantage of this opportunity to illustrate to the cuckold why I consider him less than. Sean's rigid ebony shaft surfaced from his pants, and after gazing upon it admiringly, I went ahead and engulfed it eagerly. In the past, I typically found it easy to breathe while mouth-stuffed with a dick, but this experience was a stitch qualitatively superior to encounters with underwhelming Caucasian men.
Sean effortlessly bent me over and brutally ravaged my pink slit, the impact of his thrusts paving the way for his heavy balls to slap against my throbbing bud. I also rode him energetically, making the most out of his substantial 12-inch gift as it delved deep within. I am still reeling from the intense climax that he wrung out of me, ensuring that his climax found the ideal destination - my cuckold's bald pate.