Melissa Monet

It's our wedding anniversary and I'm stuck—what the hell do you get the guy who already has it all? My filthy brain went straight to that offhand comment he dropped once about wanting to watch me take a thick black cock. He said it so casual I almost brushed it off. Not tonight. Rico Strong's contact was burning a hole in my phone, so I hit him up, told him I wanted to shoot a private movie for my husband. Camera's rolling, light blinking red. My hands are shaking until that fat dick swings out of his pants and suddenly my mouth is watering. I drop to my knees, lips stretching around every inch, spit shining the shaft while I think about my man jerking off to this later. The second that monster slides inside me the rest of the world blanks out. Wedding ring glinting right by my spread cunt as Rico drills deeper than my husband ever reached. I'm moaning, begging, shoving back for more—bones rattling with every thrust. I've never done this before and I already know one taste won't be enough. Balls slapping wet, ass rippling, I lock eyes with the lens and nod. Rico pulls out, strokes twice, then splatters thick ropes across my cheeks and lips, warm and filthy. I smile at the camera, mess dripping, hoping Mr. Monet likes the show half as much as I liked making it.