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Angel Allwood is over being ignored. If her workaholic husband thinks she can be satisfied with a vibrator and porn, he’s got another thing coming. After seeing a commercial for Princess Donna Dolore’s Fantasy Fulfillment Service, Angel decides her days of watching gangbangs on her television are over.
Today she’s going to live her fantasy for real, and its going to get rough. Just as she requested, four burly men invade her home and stuff all of her gaping wet holes with their big black cocks. They even haul her outside so her bitch neighbor can see what a filthy whore she really is. Fuck cooking and crafting, rough sex, throat fucking, anal pounding, choking, double penetration, humiliation, and a takedown are all this lady of the house desires. And when her neglectful husband gets home, she just may be too stuffed for more. Amazing black on blonde Interracial MILF gangbang!!
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With big black dicks in every hole and experiencing throws of passion Angel passes out and starts to day dream! The Dream Narrator Speaks – Angel is a former model, now married and living in the suburbs. Although she loves the creature comforts her husband can easily afford to provide, I think she misses her bachelor girl days in the city. (She is part of a growing class of white women looking for black men.)
She does the usual things suburban women do to keep themselves from going crazy with boredom, but the last time we met she said, “If I had it all to do over again …” and shrugged. _ I have this fantasy usually in the bathtub, masturbating either under the faucet or using the hand shower. (She is part of a growing class of white women looking for black men.)
(I can’t help having the idea that all across suburbia, at about four p.m., all us ladies – the smart ones – are lying in our tubs or on our chaise lounges, playing dreamily with ourselves as we anticipate the imminent arrival of our husbands, who will probably be too tired to lay us that night anyway.) (She is part of a growing class of white women looking for black men.)
I’ve never had a black man make love to me. In the days when I was single, black wasn’t as chic as it is now, our eye wasn’t attuned to it as a sexual turn-on yet. Now when I see an attractive black man, I look at him with as much interest as I would an attractive white man. More. But the idea that there is a black man in the fantasy probably comes more from the old myth about black men being bigger than from the current black-is-beautiful fad. Because you see, size is very important in this fantasy. (She is part of a growing class of white women looking for black men.)
The fantasy is really very simple: As I lie in my tub in the warm, Estee Lauder perfumed water, with the water from the faucet playing over my clitoris, I close my eyes and imagine that a black man, a very handsome Harry Belafonte type, is standing over me, peeing on me, directing it right on that little spot. (She is part of a growing class of white women looking for black men.)
His jet is as warm and powerful as the real jet of water, and he teases me with it, moving it around and around, up and down, just as I tease myself with the bathtub jet of water. I lie there, becoming more and more excited, and praying that he won’t stop, that he won’t run out of water, which I suppose is why I’ve made him black, because they’re so big, or supposed to be, and I need a kind of black Gulliver to quench my fires. (She is part of a growing class of white women looking for black men.)
Finally, I’m begging him not to stop, which he loves, and just as I climax, somehow his jet turns to warm semen as he comes too, right on me. Before I was married I went out with a real crazy guy, not black, but very far out. I remember once lying on the beach, there was no one else around, and I was lying on my stomach. He stood up, and the first thing I knew he was peeing on my bare back. I screamed and jumped up, but I was laughing – (She is part of a growing class of white women looking for black men.)
I was mad about him – and our tussle on the beach ended up with him inside me, needless to say. I have never wanted to be peed on in reality, before or since, but this idea of the very well-endowed black man peeing for ages onto my clitoris…wow, it’s a winner every time. (She is part of a growing class of white women looking for black men.)
(She is part of a growing class of white women looking for black men.)