- Erotic Art
- Under a black blanket. Pt.02.
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Later, she could not remember how she was on the floor of the office. In her memory there was only the feeling of an unreal dream in which a mature woman and a faithful wife really felt the pleasure that she was given by a stranger who had snatched her from her husband’s hands. In this dream, her mouth was raped by another's tongue. Under her belly, the walls of the vagina tightly wrapped around a thick black snake slowly penetrating inside ...
This snake reached the bottom of a close well, the sweetness of honey spread in her blood, the walls of the vagina meekly parted and the new owner took the place of her husband ....
Exhausted by sexual abstinence, the body of the woman responded to the call of the male, the juice filled her well, and the silence of the office was pierced by the bestial cry of a female who had an orgasm ....
his black cock inside
The dress and bra lay on the floor
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 4 years agoLove watching them conquer again and again the women. Corrupting and breeding any white women they want. Knowing once is all it takes and more husbands are offering their wives and daughters and themselves to the bbc for the pleasure it gives. On his knees sucking and cleaning the sperm from the “ boss cock” as his family watches.
Anonymousover 4 years agoLove the way he took his time to gain her trust as he waited. Drugged and helpless he was able to savor her forbidden sweet white body. Planting the seeds in her mind and sapping her strength to say no when her comes for her again. Corrupting her she’ll remember the darkness that descended onto her, spreading her open and filling her with pleasure, even as deep down she somehow knew It was wrong. White women aren’t meant to experience the black race. One that is better and stronger built, whose exaggerated sexual equipment will warp and ruin them for other races. Warned her entire life but trusting, she is given a drug she has no resistance to and can only lay there as her will is sapped. Being made and shaped into a warm living glove for blackmen to slip their angry black spears repeatedly into as they look at what once was a master race now used for pleasure and breeding.
