Velicity Von

Husband's out of town on some lame business trip, leaving me, the ultimate BBC fiend, to boss around the new crew hammering away at renovations. Dude's too busy hunting the TV clicker to even graze my pussy, so screw it—time to flex this power trip. I spot Wesley and Byron slacking on safety gear, drag 'em in for what they think's a scolding. Ha! Those jittery dark hunks stiffen up fast when I drop to my knees, eyeing their monster cocks over dumb rules. Hubby's the one who'd eat lawsuit shit if they got banged up, not me. Rumor has it black studs stay rock-hard and stuff every hole till you're packed tight. I drool all over those thick ebony rods, then it's game on: one rams my soaked snatch, the other stretches my once-snug backdoor. They pound me like greased pistons, my hefty tits bouncing wild. If hubby knew his snowbunny wife was finally railed proper, heads would roll. They flip me everywhere, slamming two feet of dark meat deep, then blast their loads so they can hammer nails again. Solid workers are rare, but rigid black ones? Pure gold!