Andi Anderson

I work tirelessly to cover the expenses while my worthless boyfriend barely contributes. Today, as we finalized the move, the sight of the movers ignited a primal urge within me, drawing me towards their sizable ebony manhood. Clearing the boyfriend out of the way, they assertively relocated him to a corner, serving as a mere spectator to the impending spectacle.

With my voluptuous figure, particularly my ample assets and blonde locks, I was an ideal plaything for these African-American gentlemen. Anticipating generously endowed individuals, I was unprepared for the sheer enormity of their manhood. Engaging in oral pleasantries, my apprehensions dissipated as I indulged in their impressive members.

Recalling this encounter now ignites a primal urge within me. The three well-endowed movers prioritized pleasure over duty. Engulfed in a wave of ecstasy, I serviced them diligently, withholding their release as my neglected desires yearned for attention.

As one ravished me while I tended to another, my boyfriend was relegated to a passive observer, powerless against the impassioned escapade. Encircled by their substantial endowments, I orchestrated their imminent release through relentless stimulation. Post-tumult, my boyfriend dutifully attended to my aftercare, knowing the consequences of defiance.