Call me a ” fire-crotch” or even a “black dick fiend”. You can not, however, deny the love my husband and I have for each other. It was a great day so we decided to go for a romantic walk and grab a bite to eat as well. We ended up on the wrong side of the tracks and I could see him becoming a bigger pussy the moment we were in the company of some local black thugs. My husband has no sense of direction so I asked the dudes if I could use the phone to find the restaurant. We gonna their place and I suddenly became much more interested in chowing down on some strong, black ramrod. My husband knows where his bread is buttered since I have the love tunnel so I make all the rules! I had him stand like a little wench as I seized the moment and stuffed two black anacondas down my esophagus. I knew from the start that these brothas knew how to treat white cookie and I wasn’t wrong since my uterus walls stretched for knobs that are at least ten times the size of the hubby. They bent me in all different ways and my old stud could not help but watch. He did a great job of slurping the black batter so he gets some points there. Hopefully he got some pointers or else I am gonna have to keep swimming in the interracial sex pool and a lifelong future or cuckolding is what he’ll be looking at. He did a great job.