She was hot for both of her kids – and still adoring a solid cuntful of her husband's mighty prick, the one lustful desire in no way precluding the ...ther.She bowed and bridged, arched and undulated, her whole lush body moving sensually. Her hips pumped down as he stuffed her, then rolled and twisted around as he drew back, so that she was winding her cunt around on his cock like a juicy nut screwed onto a meaty bolt.Her ass hiked up as he drove in, churning and jolting. She clamped her thighs. If she breathes one word of this-" She won't. She swore." What did she say about it?" She just asked if I wanted it, if you'd forced me or anything. I told her that I'd started it, and that it just felt good and that we'd talked about it after and that everything was okay. She said in that case it was kind of hot and asked me to let her know if anything else happened." She thought it was hot?" It is, kind of. It's naughty and dirty and all that stuff that makes something hot." Forbidden fruit,. I wont deny that all of this was very good for my male ego (because it was). But it was also good for my African male ego, especially! It was naturally very exciting to know that I was being sought out, deliberately, in order that MY sperm would get a white man's wife pregnant. For such a relatively simple act, this Spanish couple was flying all the way from there to Kenya to see ME, and for what I had that the husband, apparently, according to him, was unable to provide his wife: fertile. I was to havevery thick black eyebrows,black eyeliner,and the outer edges of my lipsagain black.Once these had healed I was to be brought back to have mylips "plumped" up,and then crimson red ink to cover my lips.Iliterally wanted to die.The pain from the piercing distracted me, but I saw the tattooist wasdipping a gun into black ink,before I realised all I could hear waszzzzzz zzzzzzz of the tattoo gun and of course the pain,Ahh shit Ireally don,t deserve this.There was much discussion.