Jordan Blue

Can’t believe I’m standing here in this grimy neighborhood and not even five minutes later I’ve got two young black studs cornering me at the bus stop. My husband can sit at home wondering where I am. These boys never made it to that bus because the second they saw my hungry cougar cunt they knew their massive black dicks belonged inside me instead. I dropped to my knees right there on the sidewalk, took one slick, throbbing shaft down my throat until my eyes watered, then spun around so the other could hammer me from behind. They traded places without missing a stroke, filling every hole, stretching me so wide I could feel it in my guts. One guy pinned my wrists behind my back while the other rammed balls-deep, the wet slap of his hips echoing off the concrete. Neither of them softened; they just kept pounding me, switching holes, letting my juices drip down my thighs and splatter the pavement while my poor limp-dick boyfriend stayed clueless at home. Two strangers, two huge cocks, and all the filthy pleasure I could swallow before the next bus came rolling by.