India Summer

My hubby's got the right idea: keep me happy, and I stick around despite his pathetic little prick. Screwing that tiny white nub is like tossing a cocktail weenie into a warehouse—total snoozefest. I'd rather hunt for those massive black cocks that stretch me right! We hop online, scouting hot black studs like Jason Brown and Tone Capone to swing by and pound me senseless while he gawks. I usually hate his guts, but hey, it's a crumb I'm throwing his way. I even let him stroke his sad shrimp dick as these beasts rail my neglected pussy and stuff my mouth with their monster rods—sizes I never dreamed of. My hole finally gets the hammering it craves since the wedding. Hubby laps up the thick black cum splattered on me, and any leftover respect for him vanishes faster than his boner. Bulls gone, I take pity and jerk his worthless cock till he spurts his mess everywhere. India Summer's got a soft spot, after all!