Joey Lynn

My spouse assumes that our outings are helping me with errands. He will soon realize that I spend this time cruising for African-American men in the city, a desire that has eluded me. I halted a dark-skinned individual in his path, and once he agreed, he climbed aboard.

As my residence was being renovated, I turned my automobile into a moving hotel room, wink wink. I had been anticipating a generous endowment, but this gentleman's was off the charts! He unsheathed his dark serpent, and I complied with giving him a mixed-race oral pleasure as any respectable woman would. The ebony man had never fathomed that a mature woman on the hunt would select him for a car rendezvous, but today was his fortunate day.

This youthful African-American hunk satisfied me thoroughly, releasing a sizable amount of mixed-race secretions over me, prompting us to discreetly dispose of him before any traces were found in my spouse's car, which had recently been meticulously cleaned.