ログインI never thought I would be the kind of man whose girlfriend wanted a threesome with her ex.
But that was exactly what Sienna told me one night, her voice calm, almost teasing, as if she already knew I would say yes.
It had started months earlier, in bed.
We had been lying together, bodies slick with sweat, when she complimented the length of my cóck.
I laughed and said, “What about the girth? Have you had a wider one?” I meant it as a joke, but her smile shifted. Something thoughtful flickered in her eyes.
I stiffened.
“Now that you mention it…” she said, her tone playful.
“Really?” I asked, half-curious, half-nervous. &l
The Black Golfer And His White Slút (5)I smiled and kissed him as I said, "Lift yourself and let’s get these shorts off of you." He was completely nude again, and I was only topless. I was controlling the situation. I circled his shaft and began a slow, steady up-and-down motion. He was moaning within a few seconds. I cupped his balls, feeling them already tight in their sack. I knew this would not take long.Draven was lifting his hips and thrusting against my hand. I came up and kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth as I moved my hand a little faster. I asked him what he liked best as I changed methods a few times. He seemed to really enjoy the thumb-and-two-fingers method. I slipped it around the shaft just below the mushroom head. I also cupped his balls and rolled them
The Black Golfer And His White Slút (4)I was wondering if it was because I was white or if he was just naturally shy around women. Draven looked like every other well-dressed, clean-cut young man on the street. There was nothing special about him until he played golf. Then he was very, very good.He came to pick me up in his Spider convertible. He came into the apartment and handed me a gift. I opened it and saw a beautiful gold bracelet. It was heavy and the design showed it was very expensive. I did not ask him how much it cost, but I told him he should not have bought it for me. He said he loved buying things for his friends and considered me one of his best. I did not want to hurt his feelings and I loved it, so I had him put it on before we went to eat.The dinner was gre
The Black Golfer And His White Slút (3)He did not ask again. So I opened my legs for him and then sat cross-legged in front of him. He looked down between my thighs and saw the little wet spot in the center of my panties. He moaned again as I moved my hand faster up and down his shaft. I pushed down at the base of his cóck and stretched the skin around the head until it was as tight as it could get without hurting him. It made his cóck as long and hard as it could possibly get. While I held him at the base, I stroked him with two fingers and my thumb just under the swollen head. He told me how good it felt and I smiled at him. I knew he could see the small bulge in my panties where my pússy was pressing out. I have a nice fat pússy and as I continued to work his cóck it grew puffier.&nbs
The Black Golfer And His White Slút (2)I said, "Honest to God. If it is any of your business, Marla, which it is not, Draven and I are just good friends and enjoy each other’s company. He likes me with him when he is not playing golf, but we have not had séx and that is the truth."She kept pushing and prying, asking more questions and looking at me with judgment. Finally, I grabbed my towel and told her not to speak to me again. I left the beach and went to the pool.About an hour later, Draven came down looking for me and saw I was alone. He asked about Marla, and I told him we had a fight.He wanted to know what it was about, and I told him I would explain later in
My name is Selene Hartwell, and before anyone tries to guess how I ended up married to a famous Black semi-pro golfer, I will tell you the truth myself. It started the night I looked across a crowded country club and felt a pull I could not explain. I remember the exact second Harold Whitmore tapped my shoulder and introduced me to Draven Cole.I still remember the quiet thrill that rolled through me when our eyes met, as if something in me recognized something in him. I remember wanting to step back, walk away, act normal, anything, because my body was reacting before my mind could catch up. I had no intention of wanting a man like him. Yet there I was, already imagining how he kissed, how he touched, how he might ruin my composure without even meaning to.He smiled with a boyish charm that I felt in my stomach.
My Wife's Cóck Crew (5)Cameron looked over his shoulder at me and Fiona. “We’re just going to take her inside, dry her off, and get her in bed. The night is young.”As they walked away, Vivienne was slapping Sebastian on his ass cheeks, not to get loose, but more like she was playing a perverse version of bongos. She laughed until they disappeared inside the house, her voice fading.I sat in the hot tub with Fiona. She was once again beside me, stroking my cóck under the water. “What the hell is going on here, Fiona?”“You are such a dumbass,” she replied.Suddenly, I realized that I was the dumbass. I had thought Cameron would try and fail to seduce Vivi







