Caribbean Twist by Felicity McBean
(Interracial Cuckolding Erotica)

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Synopsis

Sabrina is bored of her marriage to husband, Jeff. But, when he takes her to the Caribbean club around the corner, it makes her hidden fantasy arise: the need for a big black cock! Will she get her wish, without being unfaithful?

This 7,800 word story contains a watching husband, deep throating, and of course, a hard fucking from a big black cock!

Excerpt

Devonte stooped down with that dirty laugh of his, still groping around my ample breasts, and he brought his mouth down to them. He took my ****** into his mouth, gently, to take a second to brush his big lips up against the skin. Sensations built up inside, under my skin, from his tongue rubbing against it.

He took my ***** into his mouth, with his lips smacking against my skin as he sucked on the erectness, and he still caressed my other breast with his hand. But, he hungered for more, so he pushed more of my boob into his mouth. The nipple pushed further back for him to suck on harder. His saliva covered my breast while he sucked every inch, with special attention paid to my ******.

“Oh yes,” I said. God, he hadn’t even taken my panties off yet, and he had me groaning out already. I didn’t mean to put Jeff to shame, but Devonte beat him by a mile.

His tongue whirred around on my ******, and he suckled like a hungry beast, yearning for more. My knees went weak from all of the pleasure, already. I had been stuck in a drought for so many years, and now Devonte brought some rain onto me. God knows what I’d feel like when the flood finally came, in the form of his **** inside me. He appreciated my body, as if I was a goddess.

Finally, he pulled himself away from my erect ******, to leave my *** covered in sloppy saliva from how much he had licked and sucked. He smiled up at me with his mouth covered in spit.

“Mmm, I love your tits, gal.” He stood up again, to tower over me. He pushed his hands on my shoulders to lead me over to the bed. “Now, rest your legs.”

I sat down at the foot of the bed, now with only my panties on, soaked with juices from the anticipation and pleasure. He was much taller compared to me than ever before, and...

Jesus Christ, his **** was hard in his pants! His pants bulged much more than they originally did, if possible. God, how did a man have a **** like Jeff’s and then some men had a **** like that?
 

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Published August 13, 2012 24 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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