India Summer

My husband knows to treat me well ensures I stay with him despite his obvious short comings. Fucking his needle dick is like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. Basically, it’s a waste of my time that I could be using to prowl for thick, black dicks!. Hubby and I are cruising the net looking for some black studs to come over and have their way with me as he watches. I normally can’t stand the sight of him but it’s a bone I’m tossing him. I also allowed him to touch his miniscule white cock as I was ravaged by black cocks that I never knew got to those insane sizes. I wrapped my mouth around all of these dicks presented to me as my fuckhole finally got a workout that had been lacking since the day I said “I do.” He cleaned up the bombardment of black jizz that was left on me and what little respect I had for him shrunk smaller than the size of his dick. Once my black bulls were gone I gave pity on my hubby and jacked his cock until he blew a load all over himself. Never say that India Summer never had a heart.