The bass thumped through the velvet walls as I collapsed back on the couch, still catching my breath after pounding into her tight pussy. She was a vision—smooth dark skin glistening with sweat, curves that could stop traffic, and eyes sharp enough to cut glass. "Damn, that was intense," I muttered, married ring glinting under the dim lights. She smirked, straddling my lap without a hint of submission, her strong thighs pinning me down. "Intense? Honey, you came like you hadn't been fucked in years. Your wife's missing out." Her voice was velvet and venom, witty as hell.
I laughed, horny as ever. "She doesn't know what she's missing." She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "I'm bisexual, by the way. Love a good cock, but pussy's my playground too. What about you? Any secret cravings?" My mind raced, the fantasy bubbling up. "I've always wanted to suck a huge black cock... get fucked in the ass by one."
Her eyes lit up, strong hands stroking my already hardening cock. "Oh, really? Does this turn you on?" She pulled out her phone, flashing a close-up of her boyfriend's thick, veiny black cock—hard, dripping, massive. My own cock twitched harder under her fingers. "Yes, it does," I panted, sweating now. She grinned wickedly, texting "he's into it" to the bar. "Good boy. But remember, I'm in charge here."
Within seconds, the curtain parted. Her boyfriend stepped in, positioning his crotch right in front of my face, that huge black cock straining against his pants. She whispered, "Ready for the real show?" as my heart pounded, the air thick with wet heat and dripping anticipation.
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