Tricia Oaks
I was obviously not in my right mind when I crossed paths with my partner, a guy who gives off a bohemian or music store vibe. Let's just dub him 'failure' for now. 'Failure and I have been in a relationship for quite some time and his idea of a romantic evening involves ordering pizza and playing video games.
If I were your significant other, wouldn't you crave intimate moments with me constantly? Well, if you're caucasian, it might be a challenge as white men seldom achieve arousal. Nevertheless, I decided to bring in three feet of ebony manhood to satisfy my urges before I eventually lose it and off 'Failure'. A woman has her desires, after all! I pleasured those black anacondas as if it was a matter of life or death while 'Failure' sulking in the corner to not ruin the ambiance.
My body quivered as the initial black lengths entered my pale intimacy, and that was just the beginning! Discovering interracial intimacy while being in a relationship with my cuckold made me realize what I had been missing all along, leaving me somewhat melancholic. I'm eager to compensate for the lost time as I've now embraced being infatuated with black manhood, and 'Failure' is kept in the picture to ensure my financial obligations are met. much like his dignity. Witness as this fool dutifully cleans me up from the aftermath of our escapades with a foolish grin from ear to ear.
I genuinely believe this cuckold is intellectually challenged.