I have a white husband, but am black owned. I eagerly allow any black man my master chooses to use my body to please himself. It doesn't matter that t...ey all cum inside me because I'm already pregnant with my master's black baby.Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm pretty good looking, 35 years old, 5 foot 7 inches, 130 pounds, natural dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and enhanced 36 C breasts. I have very fair skin, which makes an erotic contrast when wrapped around very black Negro skin.I. I thought I was hard with my sucking; it was the same as I did with his son. He placed a hand on my head and said, “Harder, suck it harder.” I took one hand off his knee and took hold of his shaft. I griped it tight and stroked two inches up and down while I sucked hard on the head. I twisted my hand around as I moved it up and down, god it felt so nice. I moved my mouth around the head as I gobbled him off. I knew if I had gone that mad with Michael’s cock, he would have cum easily. I was. Your body is like a work of art,” he got interrupted.“Then do you want to see the rest of the exhibit?”Nobody was in the auditorium. They stayed in the backstage area. She softly caressed Shawn’s thighs as she got to her knees to lower his pants, revealing his boxer briefs with a bulge in it. Desiree smiled at him, licking her lips in anticipation. Shawn put his head down.“It’s ok,” she said, as she took off her top revealing her bra. Her breasts were bigger than Shawn anticipated.Desiree. The creaking of a windlass, turned by silent slaves, marked the location of one of Talai's deep wells, and the cries of a few late peddlers echoed from the walls of narrow streets. A little farther on, the sedan chair lurched as its bearers climbed a few broad steps and the street noises were left behind. Courtyard gates closed behind them, and the only sound was the tinkle of an ornamental fountain.The sedan chair was lowered to the ground and the curtains were pulled back, letting in.