Alia Janine

While I was working, I was shocked when my son unexpectedly entered my workplace. I assumed he came to surprise his mother, but I sensed something was amiss when he arrived with a furious African American man. He informed me that my son had accidentally damaged his car with the skateboard gifted by his grandmother on his 18th birthday.

I felt anxious about the stranger possibly harming my son and was willing to do anything to protect him. We reached an agreement that my desires for a generously endowed black man would be gratified on the spot, with my son as a spectator to teach him a lesson. I anticipated that the man would be well-endowed, but nothing prepared me for the massive member concealed in his pants.

I struggled to accommodate him in my mouth, ensuring my son witnessed it all, understanding this was for his own good and my pleasure. A moment of relief washed over my face as I released the black shaft from my lips, only to be swiftly bent over and filled by his colossal member, thrusting deeply inside me. The rhythmic impact of his testicles against my clitoris only heightened my arousal, despite my son's proximity.

He had to witness and learn. The same breasts that once nourished him now bounced vigorously as I rode the black shaft, enveloping my pussy completely. I eagerly pleasured, sucked, and rode the black man until he released his creamy essence across my face.

Unconcerned about my son getting into further trouble, as long as he continues to bring me more black men, allowing me to bail him out using my own assets.