Debbie Dial

Teaching all day when my husband won’t touch me is torture. I needed dick, bad. So when my lecture on Black culture came up, I skipped the library and picked up this cocky young Black stud right outside campus. Guy thought he was just answering questions—cute. I had him in my car before he could blink, hand on his thigh, telling him what I really wanted to study. Got him back to my empty house, shoved him onto the couch, and dropped to my knees like a bitch in heat. His dick flopped out thick and heavy; I moaned just seeing it. Slobbered all over that fat shaft, spit running down my chin while I gagged myself stupid trying to throat every inch. Once it was dripping wet, I climbed on top, spread my legs, and sank down until my cunt swallowed him whole. I rode him like a slut who hadn’t been fucked in months—because she hadn’t. When he flipped me over and pounded me from behind, I came so hard I saw stars, grinning like a dirty whore when he pumped a thick load straight into my married pussy. Left me leaking all over the sheets. Husband’s due home soon. Bet he’ll notice the smell before he even hits the bedroom.