India Summer

My husband knows how to please me, keeping me by his side despite his evident flaws. Engaging in intercourse with his small penis is like aiming a hotdog into a vast space. Essentially, it's a waste of time that I could spend searching for well-endowed partners.

The hubby and I are scouring the internet for some hung black men to join us, while he watches. Normally, I can't stand him, but I'm throwing him a bone. I even allowed him to touch his tiny white member while I was pleasured by the massive black ones I never knew existed.

I eagerly serviced all those endowed men while my neglected hole finally received the attention it craved since our union. He cleaned up the mess as I was covered in black seed, diminishing the little respect I had left for him, which was now smaller than his manhood. After my black partners left, I took pity on my husband and pleasured him until he reached climax.

It must be acknowledged that India Summer does indeed have a compassionate side.