My name is
Dana Dearmond and the submissive man in my life goes by the fitting name of 'cuckold'. He doesn't merit a name because only devoted boys who please mommy earn such privilege. I prefer not to bestow any attention upon him, but it's hard to overlook his presence.
This one seems to lack basic intellect, perhaps dropped on his head like a load of bricks. Despite his shortcomings, he serves well as a human coffee table, and I take pleasure in taunting him with the proximity of my intimate parts, just out of his reach. After tormenting him with glimpses of my body (which he can only dream of touching), I introduce my lovers to demonstrate how true satisfaction is achieved.
Valuable assets like big black shafts should never go to waste, especially when there's a voracious white maiden like myself in the vicinity. I couldn't resist wrapping my lips around those robust members while my cuckold helplessly observed the scene. It must have pained him to witness it, especially with his face hidden beneath my panties.
Perhaps he caught a fleeting sight of the rigorous rear-end pounding I joyfully endured from those ebony studs, whom I now yearn to commit to for life. As we relished in degrading him with our words, the cuckold had no option but to absorb the humiliation, much like I welcomed every inch of those dark members into my eager cavities. Towards the end, I took pity on the fool and bestowed upon him the privilege of cleaning up the residual black essence that adorned every inch of my satiated body.