Alexis Diamonds

I didn’t grind through Psych 101 for four years just to listen to people vent about their problems. Every damn day someone’s spilling their guts on that couch. Then Derek walks in—hopeless romantic by appointment. Says the ladies only chase him for the weapon he’s packing. My neglected husband, my curiosity, and my hunger for big black cock lined up nice and tidy. I turned on the charm; two minutes later my mouth’s wrapped around that massive dark shaft, tasting trouble on my tongue. I sucked until my pussy ached for its share, took him slow because my hubby’s little pale dick sure as hell never stretched me like this. Once I bottomed out on that young pole, Derek drilled me until my asshole begged for its turn. He drove straight in, balls slapping my dripping clit, and shot thick ropes across my face like spiced frosting.