Janet Mason

Finding decent staff is a total bitch these days. My loaded hubby keeps hiring these lazy asses like Shane Diesel, the fresh black hunk slacking off on the clock. Time for his review, but damn, I was eyeing the monster in his jeans. Dragged him into hubby's office and threw my boss bitch weight around, groping that massive stud like the naughty MILF I am. Hubby's tiny white prick leaves me starving for real pounding, so I went full slut mode. Holy shit, his BBC looked like a foot-long beast at first peek, but slurping it down my throat? Felt endless, thick as my damn arm! Shoving that ebony rod into my tight white snatch was a workout—he eased in slow, inch by throbbing inch, stretching me wide. Forgot BBCs could wreck like this after years with that limp loser. Bent over the desk, legs splayed, as his black hammer slammed my womb raw. We banged every corner of that office, ending with me guzzling his thick black load straight from the source. Fuck yeah!