Rog then took my hand and led me into the bedroom containing a large bed with red satin sheets. He then opened my blouse and freed a white lobe and placed his black lips over my nipple and suckled my breast as I closed my eyes and imagined he was my black baby, nursing on white milk. He was now palming both my butt cheeks in his hands and pulling me tight against him as he slowly moved his hips in a thrusting motion. I kissed Rog deeply and pushed against his now big hard sex tool. I now realized the 'White Rose' Champaign was chosen more for its name than its flavor. I thought of the roses, the black one and the white one and now knew of their symbolism. We were now feeling of each other's bodies as two teens about to have sex in the back seat of their parent's car.
I felt certain that the Black boss was no exception. I was well aware that black men like to sample the nectar from a white mans wife now and then. I knew that none of the black division chief's wife's could out do me in the bedroom. He was going to evaluate my bed manners as well and I was going to show him that this division chief's wife was ready to do whatever it took too get her man the job. Than Matt's wife's table manners and social graces. Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX StoriesĪuthor: kinghut, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
