She would be so disappointed if she knew I was having sex with black men. But I can’t help it though. His dick feels so fucking good inside me. I ca...’t stop thinking about it inside me, moving, filling my pussy.I knew I would have to continue fucking my thug because he makes me cum, he makes me forget everything. I feel like I can be so free and just enjoy my body, his body, our bodies together. I love just getting naked in front of him and see that look he has, like this is a dream come true. The instance you brush against me I feel like I'm on fire, and from your reaction I know you didn't miss the gasp escaping my lips. You push me against the shelves, hard, my ass digging into your crotch as your chest presses to my back. I feel my pulse raising, as you whisper just what you'd like to do to me in my ear. My nipples harden as I feel your cock start to pulse against my back. I spin round and place my hands on your chest. I lean up to your ear, intent on whispering exactly what I'd. --------------------------------- All she could remember was laying on his shoulder in the cab, peaceful and serene. She must have fallen asleep, because she opened her eyes to the view of their bedroom. She moved to rub her eyes, but was unable 2 move her arms. It was dark in the room, the only light coming from a candle lit in the bathroom, shining a sensual orange light into the bedroom. She glanced in the direction her arms were pulled and noticed they were tied together and attached to the. Should have been dark. Dark, gloomy, filled with the thunder and flash of his rage.He sighed again, grabbed his cane and tottered over to where his clothes were neatly laid out for him. Funny, that. Just like she used to set them out during happier times. Maybe she was in the kitchen, not totally gone from his life as he'd thought.The daydreams of past happiness made him eager to find out if he was dreaming her betrayal. He dressed hurriedly but carefully. She wouldn't like it if he didn't look.